Season 9 is now available on Netflix.
Netflix’s first original season of Trailer Park Boys, season 8, was pretty successful in my opinion. It hewed closer to the series’ roots in quasi-comedy than the later, more outlandish pre-cancellation seasons, and continued the development of characters in a meaningful way, despite the show’s natural endpoint from Say Goodnight to the Bad Guys being more or less ignored.
Season 9, while teetering back towards the Conky/Steve French end of the cartoonish spectrum, luckily maintains the heart and profane wit that’s at the core of the show.
The main plot this time features Jim Lahey, now stone-cold sober and free of Randy’s cheeseburger-filled gut, transforming the Sunnyvale trailer park into a retirement community, where no liquor is allowed. Naturally, when Ricky and Julian get out of prison and want to go home, they run into problems — Julian’s trailer/bar has been transformed by Barb and Sarah into a massage parlor, and Ricky isn’t allowed on the premises at all, kept out by Lahey’s newest hire, Col. Leslie Dancer. Leslie is as strict as he is dickheaded, and it becomes increasingly apparent that he’s severely delusional.
Other things happening this season: Ricky gets a pet goat, which he names Willy (because it’s a “willy goat”, obviously), Trinity has her and Jacob’s son, Donna and T both discover they have magic fingers capable of pleasing the elderly, Bubbles has to deal with a real-life Samsquamtch, J-Roc gets his own lil’ mahf’k, and you get to see Lahey’s dick and balls, albeit partially obscured by a toilet paper roll. At long last, what we’ve all been waiting for. Finally.
It would be easy for this show to rest on its laurels, relying on in-jokes, catchphrases, and fan-favorite characters — in fact, none of those are in short supply this time — but it never feels overwhelming, or that they’re used as substitutions for actual writing. Sure, Cyrus is there, with a gun looking faker than ever (I wonder if that was intentional or not), but even so, Ray is unfortunately still nowhere to be found, despite the prominence of piss jugs in a couple of episodes.
But hey, whaddya gonna do. For a show that’s been running as long as this one has, with a few films and TV specials to boot, it’s pretty astonishing that TPB can still maintain a pretty high standard of quality even 15 years later.