<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, californication]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, californication]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/californication http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/californication <![CDATA[Watch the Season Premieres of Dexter and Californication]]> Showtime has released the season premieres of Dexter and Californication to the public on the web. So we have embedded the full episodes below, to enjoy at your leisure while you lean back on our plush Gawker VIP virtual upholstery.

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<![CDATA[David Duchovny And Jay Leno Sidestep the Sexy Elephant In The Room]]> Though David Duchovny's publicist surely slapped a "no sex addiction questions" proviso on his public appearances, it's a hard subject to avoid when the show he's promoting is about, y'know, having sex a lot.

While appearing on last night's Tonight Show, a wary Duchovny did his damnedest to avoid any potentially tumescent lines of conversation, yet every time he backed away, he found himself stepping into a new pile of "that's what she said"-level innuendo. Of particular interest to Jay Leno (and Tea Leoni's lawyers) was the onetime designation of Duchovny as "head boy," a one-innocent schoolboy title that loses some of its rakish flavor each time a 48-year-old Duchovny uses it at the craft services table to open up a double entendre-filled conversation with a hot background extra named "Misty." [The Tonight Show]

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<![CDATA[The Truth (About Billy Bob Thornton) Is Out There for a Cuckolded David Duchovny]]> It's been a rough year for the Duchovny-Leonis, what with David's well-publicized trip to sex rehab, the general public's crushing indifference to a way-too-late X-Files movie, and the sad lack of bangable extras at the recent Czechoslovakian street fair in Manhattan. Few were surprised when the patient Tea Leoni announced her separation from Duchovny yesterday, but now the Daily Mail is claiming Duchovny instigated the breakup because Leoni was cheating — with Billy Bob Thornton:

It was not [Duchovny's] 'sexual compulsion proclivity' that caused the break-down of their marriage, but rather his discovery of explicit text messages on [Leoni's] mobile phone sent by actor Billy Bob Thornton.

Through the texts Duchovny found out she had begun a relationship with Oscar-winning actor Billy Bob Thornton, 53, who was formerly married to Angelina Jolie.

Five-times married Billy Bob met Téa when they made a comedy film together earlier this year called Manure.

Thornton, a musician with his own band, has been seen with Téa at his gigs.

'She even helps him load and unload his truck,' says a friend of the couple.

What gives, Mulder? After all the nubile background players you've shown your X-Files to, can't your wife enjoy some groupie action with Angelina Jolie's sloppy seconds? Yes, the stench of patchouli and Wild Turkey that would emanate from even a text message might be hard to take, but you made your bed, David. Now lie in it (and without that cute 20-year-old PA who "really loved you in Trust the Man").

[Photo Credit: AP]

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<![CDATA[Six Degrees Of Carrie Bradshaw's Vagina]]> There was a time when a place in Carrie Bradshaw's vagina was the most coveted hot spot in premium cable. Honest-to-goodness stars like Vince Vaughn and Mikhail Baryshnikov visited Carrie's wonder spot, but it's not what you could do for Bradshaw's bits, it's what Bradshaw's bits could do for you. Just like Courtney Love, who famously said, "I have a magic pussy, If you fuck me, you become a king," doing time in Carrie's nether regions is a one-way ticket to televised success in 2008. Carrie Bradshaw's boyfriend is officially the new Jerry Seinfeld's girlfriend, as TV stars like Teri Hatcher, Marcia Cross, and SatC's own Kristin Davis did it with Jerry before they hit the big time. After the jump, find out the four men who originally appeared as Carrie's beaux and are now part of the most critically acclaimed shows of the year.

Dean Winters
Role on Sex: Carrie's fuck buddy John McFadden. After her second massive break from big, Carrie attempts to make her fuck buddy John into a real boyfriend. This attempt fails miserably.
Where Is He Now: Since his hard time in Carrie, Dean Winters moved on to greener pastures: he has a recurring role as Liz Lemon's hilariously deadbeat boyfriend on 30 Rock, Dennis "the beeper king" Duffy. He also has a recurring role on Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles.

John Slattery
Role on Sex: Bill Kelley, an up-and-coming politician and total silver fox. His relationship with Carrie fizzles because he's obsessed with golden showers.
Where Is He Now: As silvery and foxy as ever, John plays slimy-yet-handsome ad exec Roger Sterling. He also had a recurring role on Desperate Housewives, but our hearts belong to Roger.

David Duchovny
Role on Sex: Carrie's erstwhile high school boyfriend Jeremy. He lives in Denver, but has taken a trip out East so he can go to a mental institution. His relationship with Carrie is a no-go because of his mental fragility, but that did not preclude them from knocking the boots a couple times.
Where Is He Now: We all know that David stars as a sex addict on the acclaimed Showtime dramedy Californication and also in his actual life. He was already a bona fide TV star before his time on Sex, but perhaps his time in Carrie-land inspired him to take the more emotionally complex role of Hank Moody on Californication.

Craig Bierko
Role on Sex: Creepy jazz-obsessed Ray King. Things do not work out with Carrie because he can barely hold a conversation that doesn't involve music.
Where Is He Now: earlier this year, Craig starred in a Fox sitcom called Unhitched with Rashida Jones. He played Jack 'Gator' Gately, a 35-year-old who recently divorced his college sweetheart. He is back in the dating scene and totally clueless. Even though it was produced by There's Something About Mary scribes Bobby and Peter Farrelly, the show was canceled after six episodes. However, we know that Carrie holds a leprauchan-ish pot of gold between those gams of hers, so we have high hopes that Craig's TV career will rebound in the near future!

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<![CDATA['Californication' Features Fictional Sex-Addict David Duchovny On A Fictional Defamer]]> As if the borders distinguishing the fictional sex-junkie David Duchovny plays on Californication from the background-player-deflowering poon-addict he plays in real life weren't hazy enough, along comes another wrinkle to further confuse the issue—and this one involves us! On last week's Californication, Duchovny's character Hank is in jail for assaulting a police officer, where he's visited by ex-girlfriend Karen and their teenage daughter, Becca. At one point, Becca holds out an iPhone bearing his mugshot and says, "Check it out: You're on Defamer." Hank responds that he thinks it's "a pretty good picture," and we'd agree—though not nearly as good some others we've run. If your brain hasn't yet collapsed like a deflated beach ball from all the meta-ness, just wait until Tea Leoni stops by HQ to guest edit for a week.

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<![CDATA[ And he's out! After a long, arduous stay...]]> And he's out! After a long, arduous stay in sex rehab, David Duchovny and his wife, Tea Leoni, were snapped at the Czech Street Festival in New York City this weekend. Roger Friedman will be pleased by his choice of coasts, though the actor will certainly have to return to Los Angeles at some point to shoot the soon-to-be-awkward third season of Californication. Tea, might we recommend the newest in fully-transparent glass Star Waggons? [ONTD]

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<![CDATA[David Duchovny Totally Into Internet Porn, If By 'Internet Porn' You Mean Banging Extras]]> When Californication star David Duchovny announced he was checking into sex rehab, Fox News columnist Roger Friedman suggested it was due to an internet porn addiction — a theory that didn't sit well with our commenters, who remembered a suddenly relevant blind item about a TV star who'd been following extras off the set for some very special "overtime." Today, the NY Daily News rebuts Friedman and confirms the latter rumor, hearing from the National Enquirer that Duchovny's wife Tea Leoni was on to his elaborate scheme to trade sex for SAG vouchers:

He said Tea gave him an ultimatum: "Get treatment or our marriage is over," a source told the tab, which is riding high after getting former presidential candidate John Edwards to admit his tomcattin'.

"At first, Duchovny tried to lie his way out of trouble, but eventually was overwhelmed with guilt and confessed," The Enquirer contends.

US Weekly concurs that Duchovny, 48, "has a history of indiscretions," according to "multiple sources." The mag claims he put the moves on an extra on his Showtime hit, "Californication." "They ended up making out," alleges a source. "She later heard this wasn't the first time he'd taken special interest in an extra."

Since checking in for a 35-day course at the Meadows rehab center in Wickenburg, Ariz., Duchovny has been visited by his supportive wife, who has been forced to scratch promotional appearances for her new comedy, "Ghost Town."

There's no telling how much of Duchovny's five-week sex rehab stint has yet to be completed, but we suppose if he had to dry out somewhere, "Wickenburg, Arizona" sounds as good a place as any. Still, we wonder if this presages a drop in deep background eye candy when Californication returns for its second season. Should sex-addicted novelist Hank Moody find his way to the Playboy Mansion, will the grotto be filled not with Playboy bunnies but with first-round casting rejects from Lifetime's Fat Friends?

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<![CDATA['My Name Is David Duchovny, And I'm Imagining You Without Panties Right Now']]> It was announced in a statement released yesterday that X-Files star David Duchovny is the latest star to voluntarily enter rehab, though his stint is a markedly different one than the typical two-week Promises tour accorded most penitent, crisis-managed celebs. No, Duchovny — who played a sex-obsessed character in the softcore drama Red Shoe Diaries, the 2005 film Trust the Man, and currently essays one as bed-hopping novelist Hank Moody on the Showtime series Californication — is seeking treatment for sex addiction. Though currently married to actress Tea Leoni (with whom he has two children: daughter Madelaine West, 9, and son Kyd, 6), the actor has fended off rumors about his sex life for over a decade, according to Us Weekly:

In 1997, the actor denied rumors that he himself was a sex addict.

"I'm single and I had a long-term girlfriend up until last November," Duchovny told Playgirl magazine. "I have been seen with more than one woman in the last few months, so I'm an easy target for those kind of things."

He continued "I'm not a sex addict. I have never been to those meetings. It's hurtful to my family and if I was involved with a woman in a monogamous relationship, it would be hurtful to her. There was another story claiming I was a neat freak. If I had to choose one of the two, I think I'd rather be a sex addict."

It appears Duchovny chose unwisely, though he'll certainly be raking in awkward, free promotion when Californication returns for its upcoming second season. While we're sure the actor regrets the damage done to his family (as well as that suddenly damaging, soul-baring interview to Playgirl — but they were so friendly!), we can't say we're that surprised. After all, this is the man who sullied the polite tradition of tea time forever by posing with a cup covering areas that only Dana Scully is meant to investigate. If the truth is out there, we really shoulda seen this coming.

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<![CDATA[Red Hot Chili Pepper Sues Showtime For Not Coming Up With Their Own Cool Word That Means Screwing In The Golden State]]> califonication.jpgIf you came to Californication without knowing much about the Showtime series, you'd be forgiven if you'd have expected the familiar Red Hot Chili Peppers song "Californication" to play under the show's titles; failing that, you'd think at least some reference to the band's hit 1999 album of the same name might figure into the action or back story. As it turns out, however, no permission from the band was secured by the network or the show's creators, who merely saw in the lexical hybrid a catchy, succinct term covering the shows primary themes of fucking and life in Southern California.

Now, reports THR ESQ, the Chili Peppers are suing:

The Peppers don't claim Federal trademark infringement. Instead they allege state law claims of unfair competition, dilution of value of the "Californication" mark and unjust enrichment.

"Californication is the signature CD, video and song of the band's career, and for some TV show to come along and steal our identity is not right," band frontman Anthony Kiedis says [in a press release].

One would have thought that at least one clearance report red flag might have gone up alerting the network to the possibility of legal troubles down the line should they have chosen to borrow Kiedis's coinage without paying for the privilege. Still, faced with the series's rather cumbersome original working title of Midlife Crisis Featuring Bitter, Boozy Writer Who Gets Barrels of Pussy in an Improbable L.A. Teeming With Hot Bookworm Groupies, we can understand how they might have perhaps too hastily chosen to go with the far catchier one-word moniker.

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<![CDATA[Pondering The 'Tell Me' Question: How Much Fucking Do We Really Need To See?]]> tellme-borth.jpgAfter previously teasing us with the kind of reconstructed-hip-shattering, hot sexagenarian action we haven't seen on premium cable since we caught a late-night Cinemax presentation of Emanuelle: Retirement Community Seductress back in college, the producers of Tell Me You Love Me threw us an oddly prudish curveball last night, dramatizing nothing more racy than a chef-on-chef sex act probably not graphic enough to be pixelated by a Fox Hell's Kitchen censor, making us feel we'd completely wasted the hour we spent (we didn't even TiVo through all the tiresome yapping) looking for further evidence of ejaculating-prothesis use or glimpses of envelope-pushing penetration. But we did spend some time reading yesterday's NY Times piece about the ongoing pornification of television and film, in which the director of a competing sex-positive pay-TV entertainment offered a dissenting opinion on how graphic the screwing needs to be to achieve fucking-verisimilitude:

Even so, a lot of people in the industry don't buy the idea that some films require actors to engage in the real thing. Scott Winant, a director of the Showtime series "Californication," which also uses sex as a narrative device, said that what makes the scene is the emotions conveyed in the acting, not the act. Real sex, he said, "doesn't necessarily communicate the emotion of the sexual moment. It's more effective to work with great actors who can identify with a sexual moment through the acting."

We're sure that Winant wasn't referring specifically to the Tell Me cast, who altogether seem more than capable of identifying with a sexual moment even with a director interrupting them with notes like, "Hey, Adam, would you mind shifting to the right just a touch? We're really going to lose our sense of the emotional truth of you desperately trying to knock up Sonia if that shadow obscures your balls. Thanks, buddy, now back to the boning, you're really in a groove there"; he was merely demonstrating pride in the performances on his own show, where seasoned vets like Evan Handler prove each week that they don't need to actually show their areolas being yanked off during a nipple-clamp mishap to have the scene resonate with a realism-craving audience.

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<![CDATA[Will Smith Retains Services Of 'Happyness' Heartstring-Tugging Technicians Once Again]]> · Will Smith re-teams with his Pursuit of Happyness creatives for Seven Pounds, the story of a guy who falls in love while trying to kill himself [Ed.note—Isn't it a little tacky to be announcing a suicide movie so soon after the Owen incident? Just sayin'.], hoping that audiences will shed just as many tears watching Smith nobly overcome personal adversity as they did when he was hugging his kid while sleeping in that filthy Happyness bathroom. [Variety]
· Audiences will get a chance to see David Duchovny try to fuck away the pain of being a writer for another twelve episodes, as Showtime gives Californication a second season pick-up. [THR]
· Apple keeps trying to drive away the Hollywood content partners that just want to love them, proposing to cut the price of TV episodes to 99 cents. [Variety]
· Rupert Murdoch gets a pay raise to $24.3 million per year, but still officially makes less than News Corp second banana Peter Chernin. [THR]
· And in other continuing-cinematic-love-affair news, Joaquin Phoenix and director James Gray can't get enough of each other, teaming up for the third time for the drama Two Lovers. [Variety]

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