Let’s Hold Off on the Louis C.K. Rehabilitation, Okay?
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This morning The Hollywood Reporter ran a piece that asked various stand-up comedians and club owners what Louis C.K. would have to do to resurrect his career, which was wiped out in a day after longstanding accusations of sexual misconduct was confirmed by The New York Times. If you want to know what men like Christopher Titus and the Comedy Cellar’s owner think C.K. needs to do to, you can go read that article here. If you think it’s stupid to be asking that question today, barely five months after the news broke, and to a bunch of men, at that, keep on reading.
It’s not like the Reporter is openly calling for C.K.’s invitation back into society, or anything, but it’s still a curious piece to run. Is five months in the woods really penance enough for forcing women to watch you masturbate under the pretext of helping them with their careers? Of course not. So why run this piece now, when C.K. is completely out of the spotlight, with no projects of any note on the horizon? Traffic’s the real answer, of course, as is true with any organization in this business, but there’s still usually some kind of pretext to make that less obvious. C.K. disappeared fully and quickly back in November, though, and unless I’ve missed something there hasn’t been some great online swell of comedy fans begging for his return. He hasn’t attempted to step back into the spotlight yet, and you almost have to wonder if an article like the Reporter’s is the first step in that process.
Also, look at who the Reporter quotes. There’s Gilbert Gottfried, who turns C.K.’s misconduct into a joke that probably wouldn’t even work in his trademark voice. Two comedy club bigwigs, the Cellar’s Noam Dworman and Louis Faranda of Caroline’s, weigh in from the club perspective. Comedians Christopher Titus and Sean Patton both think that the best apology would be a new comedy set where C.K. fully accepts blame and acknowledges that what he did was wrong. That’s five men, who would never have to worry about C.K. cornering them while he stroked himself.