Curb set to return Sunday for a sixth season
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It took the birth of my son earlier this year for me to see my first episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm.
Seven years of painfully uncomfortable and yet painfully funny comedy passed me by, and I’d barely noticed. The Seinfeld-ian resume the recommendations of friends, even the occasional glimpse while channel surfing weren’t enough to prompt me to give Larry David a shot. It’s not like I wasn’t watching HBO anyway. The Sopranos had long since sold me on the potential superiority of pay TV programming.
But it wasn’t until I stayed home and played Mr. Mom for a few months and found myself with some extra TV time that I gave Curb a shot. And it only took me a few months to get all caught up on Larry’s attachment to his kidney, Cheryl’s distaste for dining with adult film stars, Susie’s affinity for a certain profanity and Jeff’s feelings about dogs. I learned a great way to justify driving in the HOV lane. I also learned never to borrow anyone’s jacket at the airport. I do avoid making eye contact with my dry cleaner’s wife now, though. And I’ll never complain about my dentist’s waiting room policies.
Also, Richard Lewis’s stint on Seventh Heaven strikes me as stranger than ever.
Season Six kicks off Sunday night (check out a preview here), easing my withdrawal from the brilliance that was Flight of the Conchords and the rejuvenated escapism that was Entourage.
I may not be the most seasoned Curb fan, but I’m a faithful convert to the cause. I’m not faking either. This isn’t a ski lift we’re on, after all.

















Curb is one of those comedies I never found funny. No matter how I tried. Too much like Woody Allen trying to be John Cleese in Fawlty Towers. just my 3 cents
I tried watching a few times over the years and didn’t find it funny at all. I also have friends who like a lot of the same shows/comedies that I do, and they hate Curb. It’s definitely an acquired taste.