Louis Theroux is my new religion

Over the last week I discovered BBC iPlayer (well I say discovered, I mean I actually used it for once) and proceeded to watch Mock the Week and Top Gear. However, something else caught my eye. While "studying" a module on factual programming (AKA mostly documentaries) the name Louis Theroux (pronounced "loo-wee fur-oo") popped up. The latest documentary of his, The City Addicted to Crystal Meth, was promoted on iPlayer's main page.

From what I'd heard of the man, he was a regular looking bloke who could blend into a random crowd (like the Lance Henrikson Terminator concept [obscure reference, much?]), but because of this, got along with all of his contributors. While his documentary on the narcotics problems of Fresno, California was riveting at times, it ultimately gave a mostly negative view of the situation (while I'm not saying the themes discussed were positive, I still like to see balanced arguments).

In my opinion, his best work is that made spending time with the Westborough Baptist Church (Fred Phelps' Christian gang). In the face of the unfounded picketing of funerals, a seeming tyrannical pastor who won't answer any questions posed to him, the brainwashing of children and a woman who laughs up the concept of Theroux going to hell for eternity because he beleives a couple of things that she doesn't; Louis still asks pertinent and deep questions which challenge the church some times, and merely bounce off their bubble of hate (and I use the latter word loosely).

The man is open-minded, intelligent and ballsy. Cracking.