By the end of a "weekend," the irony usually flipped. The people on screen stopped being punchlines and started being human beings with very strange hobbies. And Louis? He remained the ultimate blank canvas—a man who could join a gang, a cult, or a porn set, and still look like he’d rather be at home having a nice cup of tea.
The year is 1998, and Louis Theroux is standing in a dusty South Carolina field, peering through his signature oversized glasses at a group of survivalists who are convinced the world will end by Tuesday. Louis Theroux's Weird Weekends
In one episode, he’s in a wrestling ring being chopped in the chest by a man named "The Sarge." In another, he’s awkwardly navigating a swingers’ party or trying to keep a straight face while a self-proclaimed messiah explains why he doesn't need to eat. By the end of a "weekend," the irony usually flipped
