Louis C.K. taps my Jungian personal unconscious. And I would tap that freckled double-Catholic-Irish-Mexican-Hungarian-Jewish ass, but only after I stay in my marriage a few years after it goes bad, divorce and provide two stable, happy homes for my (as-of-yet unconceived future) children, like my cheerless hero cynically advises at every turn AND in the Season 2 premiere of "Louie"on FX.
"The Killing"’s season met its end, "Game of Thrones" shuttered for the 8-year winter, even "Nurse Jackie" was discharged, but "Louie" is here when I need him the most. He’s the glum to my glib.
Right from the intro, I love his schlep to Ben’s Pizzeria, blocking the doorway of the joint like a real NY jerk to eat HALF a slice and then tossing almost HALF A DELICIOUS SLICE, before heading to the Comedy Cellar. A week of Chicago pizza and he’d be begging for the other half of that Ben’s slice back (or “Ben’s By Frank’s” as my all-knowing New York Groove-y husband refers to it).
My favorite aspect of the show is Louie’s commitment to his young daughters. Is that weird? This is personal essay, right?
Well, I have a thing for good dads. My dad was a beautiful and complicated person who could not pull it together when it came to being a parent. FULL (House) DISCLOSURE: I used to cry watching "Full House," as an adult, because they had more loving, caring dads than they knew what to do with, but that’s a story I’ll leave for the professionals.
Recently divorced Louie has joint custody of his two girls and a major part of his identity is showing up for them. He lets us see that it’s a difficult, often thankless job and openly portrays the resentments that naturally eke out.
I think they deliberately feminize his single parenthood as a self-conscious nod to the lingering perception that caring for children remains ladies’ work, and the impact of that on a man. And he’s allowed to be openly imperfect, not cartoonishly or bumblingly, just imperfect, a hard-earned right and struggle for mothers (see Jane’s worst mom in the world).
Of course, the grand trick to this whole thing is that these brilliant, underlying characterizations are drowning in potty language and the most HILARIOUS scenarios and dialogue ever. And he’s so chill and hot and awkward, my kind of mensch. I hope Freak-ay C.K. gets super rich from this. Thursdays on FX, y’all!