Subjects for the specials include criminal gangs in Lagos, Neo-Nazis in America, ultra-Zionists in Israel, where he confirms he is an atheist.
The show is laughing at me, adrift in their world, as much as at them. I'm not a matinee idol disguised as a nerd." In the series When Louis Met...
(2000–02), Theroux accompanied a different British celebrity in each programme in their daily lives, interviewing them as they go.
” Given that, she beelines for an empty lot and demands: “Whip it out!
Let me blow you.” thinks lady Louie, before obliging as the camera cuts to outside the vehicle, withholding any possible viewer turn-on. ” Laurie shouts next, leaning back in her seat and waiting for Louie to return the oral favor, which he declines to do out of some naïve notion that sex acts should be about, what? “That’s very intimate, and I don’t really know you,” he explains.
We can’t knock the show for being unrealistic (a critique often lobbed at While you ponder that, I’ll move on to the episode, which, by the way, is terrific.
But in between is something a bit less adorable: an extended date with Melissa Leo’s pickup truck-driving, landscape business-owning, cigarette-smoking, insult-grunting Laurie. Laurie, this is Louie.” Working their way through an awkward meal—he keeps his eyes on his plate and speaks softly, she aggressively saws at her food with a butter knife— Laurie and Louie eventually end up on the front porch, dismissing the marrieds who can’t help but want everyone to suffer their fate.
He is best known for his documentary series, including Louis Theroux's Weird Weekends, When Louis Met..., and his BBC Two specials.
His career started in journalism and bears influences of notable writers in his family, such as his father Paul Theroux and brother Marcel.
After Laurie’s all pleasured up, in fact, Louie agrees to see her again, a psychology familiar to anyone who has read about the case of Jeffery Marsalis. Did you think the balance of message and tone worked? In his opening monologue, Louie talks about catching himself bent over, screaming at his daughter with his index finger in her face.
“I’m her first asshole,” he realizes, knowing there will be many, many more to come.
Theroux published his first book, The Call of the Weird: Travels in American Subcultures, in Britain in 2005.