Last night’s final two episodes of Louie were as provocative, emotional, and downright filthy as the rest of the series. It nimbly moved from slapsticky bits – like Ricky Gervais shoving cottonballs in Louie’s mouth – to more serious meditations on the nature of relationships, and each moment drove at the same point: There’s nothing else on TV like this.
The first episode, “Gym,” used a seemingly endless supply of scatological jokes to remind Louie – and us – that we’re all going to die. What’s grosser and more basely animalistic than this bit about poops? Oh. Right. Our own mortality. In the second episode, Louie had to admit that he’s sort of a miserable loner, except for those moments when he’s on stage. The most important relationship in his life, other than with his kids, is with is audience, and that’s a weird hard thing to realize.
Louie’s first season has been all over the place, with episodes about terrible parenting, a stunningly in-depth description of Jesus’ crucifixion, a silly doctor, the history of homophobia, and one of the best on-drugs scenes of all time. It’s also been decidedly disconnected, with each episode operating in isolation from the others, with very few characters recurring or plotlines carrying over episode to episode. It’s more an anthology of premises than a serialized television show, and I mean that in a good way. If there’s anyone who has kooky ideas that deserve to be fleshed out and played with, it’s Louis C.K.
Did you love the first season of Louie as much as I did, PopWatchers? What was your favorite episode? What do you hope to see in season 2?