No, really. Profane comic Louis C.K.’s unique experiment in television making.
Death, daughters, and China in the season finale.
Louie as a late-night host. It's not as bad an idea as you may think.
So that happened.
The first entry of a three-part arc begins with something we usually see in other, more predictable shows: the setup episode.
Louie can't shake the memory of Parker Posey.
Dude jumped into a speedboat! Last night's episode was gloriously ludicrous.
In which he tries to make amends with Marc Maron.
Louie has settled into its third season comfortably enough to lob us a double feature of short-form silliness.
Louie can often feel like a whole film in the span of 22 minutes. Last night's episode was one of those instances.
It's clear Louie can't accept his fate as a single dad.
Louie and his friend Ramon hang out in Miami and do lots of fun things. But, you know, it's cool.
Melissa Leo wants what she wants.
A motorcycle, an ex-wife, and an awkward breakup. Welcome to season three.
The brilliant second season comes to an end, and Chris Rock says hi.
There's a new kid in town.
Louie and a duck go to Afghanistan.
"Stop being scary. It's not nice.'
Louie meets up with an old, troubled friend.
On the theme of masturbation.
Dane Cook and Louis have a showdown.
Remake all profession-of-love montages: We have a new Hall of Fame entry.
An old racist lady drops the N-word repeatedly.
Joan Rivers imparts some wisdom.
Louie looks for an apartment.
Into the street.
And a fart joke.
The show returns May 5.
Back May 5.
That "Rural Juror" song better win a damn award.
Even on television, wordless moments can speak volumes.
Tales of network executives pushing each other over to raid the comedy clubs. Is that irrational exuberance coming back?
And Switched at Birth.
From his 1996 HBO Half Hour to Late Night with Jimmy Fallon.