The obligatory Hollywood Reporter profile of Louis C.K.–his show’s about to pop–finds the sagacious half-genial misanthrope of maditude “hunched over a bowl of grapefruit” when the writer, Lacey Rose, arrives to talk to him. The lament is–and there’s always a lament (thank goodness!)–that bacon, sausage, and corned beef hash are on the printed menu but off of Louis’. He “just can’t do it anymore,” he tells Rose, of the meat and grease side of the food world.
So this season you might expect a bit about the horrible burning acid that supposedly healthy grapefruit deposits in the stomach. Nothing is a win-win with C.K. And it’s reason for concern, this new diet. This is a man who famously said “I don’t stop eating when I’m full. The meal isn’t over when I’m full. It’s over when I hate myself.” And if C.K. doesn’t hate himself anymore–at least a little–the comedy may suffer! After all he’s on the record about where his genius lies: “Here’s how my brain works. It’s stupidity followed by self-hatred and then further analysis.”
