Racism, violence, and cancer humor. Yep, just another episode of Louie.
Mr. C.K. talks onstage about how he’s happy about being comfortable with having a fat disgusting body. He seems a bit more concerned about his physique when he visits his doctor, one Ricky Gervais. C.K. must have told Gervais beforehand to just act like the huge gauche asshole that is the caricature of Ricky Gervais, because Ricky’s Dr. Ben keeps joking that Louie must have AIDS, claims viewing Louie’s penis is worse than when he saw his father kill himself, and even gets someone to confirm this. C.K. needs to switch insurance.
In “Nick”, C.K. finishes his set and has a little aside with two waitresses, one white and one black, who both claim black people don’t tip. Nick DiPaolo goes up on stage next and is criticial of Obama. Once offstage and upstairs having a late dinner Louie and DiPaolo have a heated political discussion while a bemused Todd Barry just sits there. This is exactly how I would imagine Todd Barry would act in that situation. When Louie calls Nick a nazi one too many times (a second time) the two get into a fight. Nick ends up hurting his hand in the epic battle. Louie and Nick have a much more friendly conversation in the hospital waiting room about their current wife and children situations. And about mortality. Classic hospital conversation basically. After commercial we see the two friends walking on a New York street at dawn. Nick flags down a cab and assuages Louie that he still has his children and not to sweat the whole divorced thing. Sha na na na. Louie then does a bit on stage about a girl coming straight from the farm to see her first city homeless person. Sure why not.
The post credits tag had Gervais call Louie with the test results: Louie tested positie for Big fat ginger ugly-itis. He also has AIDS but the cancer will kill it. No just kidding, but he does have cancer in his scrotum. That’s ALL that is in his scrotum in fact. Louie hangs up.
This week’s effort wasn’t quite as good at filtering the “envelope pushing” humor with snappy and intelligent story as last week (particularly “Divorce”), but enjoyable and all too quotable nonetheless. AIDS.
P.S.
Would I eat Obama’s shit? Like C.K. I would because it’d be historic.
I noticed that it was the same audience at Caroline’s tonight than it was a week ago. I hate noticing stuff like that sometimes.
Things To Say To Get Todd Barry To Pass The Salt
“I can’t believe you’re a doctor.”
“That’s the worst penis I’ve ever seen in my life.
“This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, and my dad hung himself in front of me, while masturbating.”
“This is where the letter ‘C’ comes for her dialysis.”
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