Separating art and artist is never easy. Louis C.K. makes it particularly difficult.

Louis C.K.’s new movie, I Love You, Daddy, is a baffling film, an apologia for bad behavior that refuses to apologize.

Now that its distributor, the Orchard, has pulled it from the release schedule, I may be one of the few people to ever see it, so let me tell you a little about it. It plays by the rules of C.K.’s previous work, in making his clueless dolt of a character the butt of nearly every joke and surrounding him with wiser women who know what’s up — especially when compared to the various male characters in the film, who range from men in their 60s who lust for teenagers to a loudmouthed comedy star who mimes masturbation when his friend is talking to an attractive woman on the phone.

It’s that last bit that has garnered plenty of attention in the wake of the November 9 New York Times story in which five women accuse C.K. of masturbating either in front of them or while on the phone with them, thus confirming long-whispered rumors in comedy circles. (Gawker was writing about said rumors in 2012.) C.K.’s seeming inability to not depict every single thought that floats through his brain onscreen collided with the Times article in a way that borders on the surreal.

But I Love You, Daddy isn’t anywhere near the first time C.K. has put onscreen a story that all but begs for some sort of deeper moral commentary — even something as basic as, “Things are complicated” — only for the comedian and filmmaker to back away from truly holding himself accountable. In light of the Times’s report, C.K.’s Read More Here