The whole show was lame from conception. Wannabe beat-writer trying to out-quote bukowski every chance he gets, screws everything that moves, including his slue of never-ending literary groupies, whilst torn between wanting it all (yawn..) including the predictable muse ex-wife. Hank moody can take as many drugs,sex and rocknroll as he likes, he'll never be even close to being believable, let alone Bukowski. For a start the "real Hank's" legacy was inspired by hard work, constant rejection (sexual and literary) from being a lifelong underdog, something X files boy's character couldn't relate to. Not blessed with good looks, sudden fame, sex on tap or a stoopid porche to swan around in.
Pure fluff and fantasy from a guy who wrote for Dawsons creek, what would you expect?. Hollywood hey? I'll stick with the original thanx.