Curb Your Enthusiasm
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Theres a particularly fatalistic flavor to the kickoff of whatCurb Your Enthusiasmads call the Final Season.
Its the perfect habitat for TVs favorite misanthrope.
The ad calls Larry the last of his kind, but hes the only of his kind.
Larry never evolves; he only becomes more Larry.
So how will he finish a show defined by its circularity?
But so far, the skies are clear and the weather is Beverly Hills perfect.
So, Larry counts down, marking each calendar day in captivity with an emphaticx.
All he has to do is be cordial.
Do you even know how to be cordial?
Susie asks, always the voice of reason.
I dont think I can, he says, but Ill try.
Maria Sofia arrives in a pink trench coat with her emotional support corgi, Pachuca.
(A dog is toCurbas a gun is to Chekhov.)
A tracking shot of Pachuca shows just how much fluff is in this corgi butt.
In Atlanta, Larry makes a mess of his hotel room and an enemy of the maid.
Auntie Rae offers Larry a pair of tortoiseshell cat-eye lenses, and Larry wears them with gumption.
The thing about Larry is that hes never not Larry.
Its this transparency that makes him a trustworthy protagonist, if not always an admirable one.
Even when hes wrong, hes always a little right.
And so Larrys honesty pays, and he earns back his paycheck from showing up to the party.
Back at the hotel, the maid finds a ten-dollar bill in Larrys toilet.
Appalled, she resorts to throwing Larrys clothes out the window, one by one.
The episode ends with Larry visiting Auntie Rae while shes on line to vote, sweating in the heat.
(Georgia is a red state, after all.)
I dont like myself, Larry tells Fouchay in their post-party conversation.
Leonisms
Dick Dial:See, me, I carry my phone in my front pocket.
But sometimes, I dick-dial people by mistake.
One time, I ordered a pizza by mistake.
This motherfucker shows up, I said, the fuck is this?
You ordered a pizza earlier.
Wow, my fucking dick.
And sometimes, I can hear my dick dialing a number.
DTM:They call that shit DTM.
On Dogs:Dogs are like goldfish.
you’ve got the option to overfeed this motherfucker.
APA:I had a 4.0 APA.
In high school, I was the valedictorian of tapping ass.
