Let’s join hands and thank god for another season of Louie.

After watching the two-episode season premiere, I think what I like best about Louis C.K.’s show “Louie” is – well – there’s not just one thing. For one, it’s always nice when a show doesn’t have a giggle itinerary suggested by some prescription tracked laughter. Then there’s the combination deadpan delivery and deer in the headlights reaction to moronic real life people and circumstances – which never gets old. And I mean that. I wish I could sit in pensive awkward silence as well as he does. Assuming that he, ya know, actually reacts that way in real life.

And, maybe there is a “most of all”: relatability.

Because we apparently see the same doctor.


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Wait – is that Beethoven’s dad?

Moving on.

As Louie (the character) has a job that requires travel, there’s always these shots in the show of the landscapes that tug at those emotional wanderlust heartstrings and make us say “I should move to China. Or the Hamptons.”

And the optical confections don’t end there. From Parker Posey to Yvonne Strahottie, the lady folk each season certainly add some tinsel to this Christmas tree of chuckles I’m finally being blessed with every Monday night.

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As for the funny itself, the scenes are so randomly delicious that you can tell many are hyperbolic versions of actual encounters. Oscar Wilde once said something about the luxury of picking on yourself being that there’s no point in anyone else doing it to you. You beat them to the punch by being the punchline. Couple the fact that shame (when effectively executed) is effing hilarious, and you’ve got a pretty solid comedy formula, followed excellently in this show.

The only “eyeroll” thing entertainers do (which I totally get) when it comes to the opposite sex is the whole portrayal of themselves as being unwanted. For chicks, there’s the Tyra syndrome (“I was always gangly and they called me skeletor”)…and then in shows like Louie, there’s the scenes where guys tease him for being fat or unfunny while average looking women turn him down.

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And it totally works.

I mean, while he already had my attention by looking U2’s “The Edge” meets Zach Galafinaksx:)qsa<3z1#, I’d be lying if I said each time he gets turned down in a scene on his show that's merely mimicking real life - that it didn’t make me think “Aw, I’d totally go out with you…” Then I remember he’s a rich famous person. And that’s the thing. The hallmark of a great show. Blurring reality with unreality. Yes, it’s just a program. And in the program, he’s supposed to play a struggling comic living in a humble apartment and being surprised when beautiful women want to take him home for a humpathon. But the identity-line between “Louie” and “Louis” does mix a bit. ‘cause through all the fame, he does still come to real life gigs in his denim and the dark shirt, his acting is pretty natural, and he still manages to seamlessly transform complex concepts into those simple aha-moment jokes that make you hate yourself for not thinking of it first. louienone

In the end, screen Louie and stage Louis are both golden.

They’re down-to-earth and relatable – whether you’re a forty-something year old dude who likes black tees and jeans, or more like me – so overcome with natural sexiness that I do the world the favor of mostly hiding it in my two bedroom apartment where I watch comedy shows marathon style to ease the pain of living all the aforementioned sexiness.

Plus, I guess it’s also sorta nice to see someone be both affably awkward and admirable with the underlying messages they sneak in.

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