In many ways, Season 4 of Louie felt like a call and response between Louis C.K. and the Internet. The season focused heavily on Louie’s interactions with women: the gorgeous model he accidentally hits in the face, the fat woman who calls him out on his shit, the Hungarian woman that he literally can’t communicate with — what an ideal relationship for Louie! — and, of course, the brassy Pamela. Each one of these episodes or “relationships” (and even the strange, pot-fueled “Into The Woods”) was practically begging for Internet discussion, demanding thinkpieces, and teasing episodic recaps. Louis C.K. spent Season 4 giving us essay prompts but never provided the answers.
Louie has always been a series that stood out from the rest. It is, at once, beautifully cinematic, impossibly hilarious, and deeply troubling. It is strikingly original while retreading basic TV territory. There is nothing original about a plot involving a schlub landing a beautiful blonde or a par...
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