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Love.
Obviously.
“If you wanted to use it in a non racist way that like Sarah Silverman does, that Louis C.K. does, that makes people who use the word nigger look like idiots and continues the idea that being racist is being an asshole, that is a positive usage.”
My friend: I watched that Louie show you love.
Me: Did you love it too?
My friend: It was ok, kinda funny in places but not much of a comedy.
Me: One of the things that is great about the show is that it presents situations and lets you find your own humor in them. It often forces you into the role of observational comedian.
My friend: Ugh, I already have a job.
Me: Go fix me my coffee then.
These scenes all comment and build on one another. Louie is searching for love or some emotion, and reality continues to invade. The first time we hear music he tries to escape into it, but the disgusting truth of reality pulls him out. The next time we hear music, he has escaped into fantasy and is jarred out by the screeching noise of the train. These two scenes give us the language for the episode. Music will signal an invitation to a fantasy, but reality will intrude in some way. We hear music next when we are first getting an impression of the “Frenchie and cool looking” restaurant, and Louie is hoping that Pamela will be sucked into the fantasy he imagines for this place. She quickly pulls him back into reality and crushes his emotion. Again music opens the flea market scene and as they pass by the piano player, Louie tries to suck Pamela into the fantasy but she breaks away and forces him to confront reality again. Inside Pamela’s apartment, music still introduces the space and invites the fantasy, but Louie rejects it immediately for the mundane, and he only realizes afterward that he could have had the fantasy.
“Tom Sawyer is a nice kid. He goes to school, goes to church, he lives with his aunt. Huckleberry Finn is a dirty little homeless, little white trash creep. And the main problem is that he won’t stop saying nigger. I mean 40 times a page! I can’t sit on my daughters bed and just say nigger all night, and then put her to sleep.”
