Louis C.K.: Shameless

This man is brilliant. Need I beat a dead horse into the ground redundantly again and again? I think so. He is a comedic genius, to be certain, but I am so fascinated by the way his mind works on the stage. Watching him perform his routines aren’t like watching anyone else. They’re these messy, beautiful works of spoken art.

In this particular special, he was still married and one of his daughters was still a baby. Being a fan of his current show, Louie, it’s interesting to see how he’s progressed. Obviously he’s gotten more cynical and closed-off since his divorce, but he’s one of the few comics (and people) whose life (or at the very least, art) has really been enhanced by events that, to most people, would seem detrimental. Sorry for all the commas and parentheticals. (It happens.)

Louie speaks about kids and marriage and life in such a real, brutally honest, non-schticky way that you can’t help but love the guy for cutting through the bullshit. Even if you think his humor is crude (which you shouldn’t, you prude, hey, I rhymed!) you have to appreciate that. Most comics have a catchphrase or a timing or a signature move, and Louie doesn’t really have any of those things, yet the stage is his most comfortable place. His “happy” place, though I can’t imagine this guy in a true state of elation. And that pleases me.

The only thing left to do at this point is to give you some samples of the brilliance. If you don’t think it’s brilliant, suck a bag of dicks.