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“C.K faces a dilemma many of us face: he feels he should go out and be social and try to meet somebody and attempt to alleviate the unrelenting loneliness and horror of his life for at least a couple of hours but all things considered, he’d rather be at home on the couch, eating ice cream and jerking off.
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In a long, dialogue-free sequence, C.K lingers uncomfortably around a nightclub that is as foreign and inhospitable to him as the Saharan desert. He sees smiling people but they might as well be aliens. C.K and the beautiful people around him are separated by age, by experience, by hope, by physical attractiveness. C.K’s body may be in a nightclub but his mind is somewhere else.
