has finished its ninth season, Vulture put together this highly subjective ranking of every episode (plus the aforementioned ’99 movie), chock-full of enough trivial information to make you forget whichever parts you don’t agree with. Season eight was only so many moons ago, but in a post-Waze world, Larry probably wouldn’t consider investing in an inventor’s car periscope.

Then again, he and fellow idiot Jeff opted in after seeing said inventor’s homely wife (the great Aida Turturro) and assuming he’s a man of integrity. Plenty expected President Trump to be a target, though instead we got … The seemingly dated fatwa story line would eventually pay dividends, though “Foisted!

(John Mc Enroe, meanwhile, plays exactly to his reputation as Larry’s first limo passenger when he takes up Charlie’s shift, but, yeah, long story.) Also, Huss gets one of the season’s best zingers, locking eyes with Ted after drunkenly destroying his property and announcing, “Happy birthday, Becker.” If you ever wanted to see and hear Larry David moan in ecstasy, here’s your chance.

But the season’s midway mark misses the bull’s-eye in its attempt to take umbrage with deferential behavior, largely because of how it makes genuine light of PTSD.

Sammi Greene’s fiancé, Victor, back from Afghanistan, does a nice job alternating between puzzled, pissed off, and panicked as he tours a truly traumatic weekend in the life of Larry.

” are a fun callback to Larry animating the ire of a Japanese waiter in season two’s “The Acupuncturist,” but all the back and forth leading up to it about apologizing while snacking starts to needle.

Too bad Wanda Sykes wasn’t at the toy store when Larry picked up a biracial children’s doll for their friends’ baby shower.

Alas, Ted and Michael York are stuck debating the merits of Larry’s notions to conceive a dining area that’s part aristocratic quarters and part military mess hall.

“Chet’s Shirt” can be tough to watch, since Larry is objectively in the wrong or inappropriate in every setup, e.g.If nothing else, “Rat Dog” gave us the “schmohawk,” a term that passed down from Larry’s father and somehow didn’t originate in his own mind.The fact that Larry can barely muster any more feeling for a deaf woman’s puppy than a spider he’d squash on the sidewalk only gets so much mileage. Larry and Leon, accidentally switch phones and cost each other a job and social relationship, respectively, “Rat Dog” finally has some bite.tossing apple cores in strangers’ garbage cans, hectoring a grieving widow (Caroline Aaron), and fetishizing her late husband’s wardrobe.Though perhaps that’s why when Larry gets his teeth knocked out by a piñata bat (score one for his most terrorized demo, children), it’s poetically just.But the coup de grâce of Victor freaking out amid a Revolutionary War reenactment is hard to watch, and a related story line concerning Larry’s beef with a country-club security man (hello, ’s “The Wig Master”) believes him to fancy the same sex, and a couple of WASP-y country club emissaries almost buy that he’s of shared stock.