Who's funnier—Louis C.K. or Jon Stewart? | The Tylt
Who's funnier—Louis C.K. or Jon Stewart?
After a year like 2016, we could all use a laugh. That's why we've taken 16 of the most beloved comedians of all-time and having them square off against each other all month long! Who's the funniest? You decide and we'll announce the king (or queen) of comedy at the end of the month!
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Louis C.K's humor is grounded in his ability to flip the script on everything we hold sacred and twist it toward an absurd logical conclusion. The twist is, he'll do it in the absolute most vulgar and shocking way, ways you simply just don't say to another human, and you'll still laugh knowing it's true.
The G-word applies because Louis C.K. is, like Pryor, so much more than, and more vital than, a comedian. I’m not referring here to the quantitative "more than" of C.K.’s extra-stand-up professional life, mind-boggling as that is (writing/producing/directing/starring in his semi-auto-biographical FX series, Louie, starting its fourth season this month, large roles in David O. Russell’s American Hustle and Woody Allen’s Blue Jasmine, et cetera). I’m pretty sure I’m not even referring to content—that is, to the endless shocks of self-recognition C.K. delivers, about how we Americans are and aren’t thinking, feeling, fucking, connecting in the second decade of the twenty-first century. No, C.K.’s genius is all about how he forcefully accesses that psychic marrow of ours, "going there" in an era in which it’s gotten all but impossible to shock. There is nothing he can’t and won’t demystify or de-sentimentalize. "[My 4-year-old daughter] is a fuckin’ asshole," he rails in 2007’s Shameless, thereby pimp-slapping everything decent everyone in his audience hopes they stand for. "’You think I actually give a shit about the dog you saw?... I’ve got better stories than you. I have an interesting life. I’m on TV. I won an Emmy. You don’t ask what happened to me today in my life, you little bitch!’"⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Forget demystifying. This is an obliterating genius, an absurd, self-disgusted, generous, horny, inquisitive, belligerent, deep-felt, smart-stupid, bare-naked, vulgar, deeply ruminative, face-fuckingly frank genius.
Few comedians have been able to enter the American consciousness like Jon Stewart. His biting comedy skewered politicians and media pundits in order to reveal the absurdity of American politics. His comedy has become the standard for political humor—no one has been able to top his particular brand of satire since the end of his show.
Four nights a week for sixteen years, Jon Stewart, the host and impresario of Comedy Central’s “The Daily Show,” has taken to the air to expose our civic bizarreries. He has been heroic and persistent. Blasted into orbit by a trumped-up (if you will) impeachment and a stolen Presidential election, and then rocketing through the war in Iraq and right up to the current electoral circus, with its commodious clown car teeming with would-be Commanders-in-Chief, Stewart has lasered away the layers of hypocrisy in politics and in the media. On any given night, a quick montage of absurdist video clips culled from cable or network news followed by Stewart’s vaudeville reactions can be ten times as deflating to the self-regard of the powerful as any solemn editorial—and twice as illuminating as the purportedly non-fake news that provides his fuel.