just say that there is a very big dramatic moment that traffics in a much coarser, more vulgar style of humor than Louie generally employs yet is perfect all the same. Perhaps it's perfect specifically because it employs a coarser, more vulgar style of human than Louie generally employs. One of the great things about Louie is that it really employs every kind of humor, from the absurd and the cerebral to the scatological and profane. Louie is humanistic without being sentimental, unafraid of emotions and emotional complexity without veering into melodrama. Usually when a TV show or movie cycles through different tones the effect is jarring and distracting but Louie has found a way to radically shift tones from one scene to another and even from one moment to another in a way that feels organic and real. So the moving vignette about CK discovering just how much he needs other people is followed by a stand-up rant about the creepiness of making a new friend at foury-three that ends, "And then I ate his asshole. If you don't eat your friend's asshole with your tongue you're not really a friend. You're a fair-weather friend" before the closing stand-up routine about the profound ambivalence of parenthood ends things on a perfectly bittersweet note. For the second season in a row, Louie is the television equivalent of a one-man-band; CK wrote, directed, edited and stars in every episode. That's taking on a seemingly impossible workload, especially when you're trying to