I was watching How I Met Your Mother all the way through, switching it up from my usual constant-rotation sitcom of Friends. And then somebody tweeted me to ask what order I would rank the seasons in. So, from best to worst, I did.
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> 1 > 9 > 4 > 6 > 3 > 8 > 5 > 7
Season
2: There
are so many episodes I love in this season. It starts with Marshall and Lily
broken up and ends with their wedding, in the process managing to make us root
for the romance in a way that would have been trickier if they had never split,
as we were introduced to them as a couple. So many things that define HIMYM’s unique qualities really get
their birth in this season, too, which perhaps adds to its strength in my eyes:
its unreliable narrator trickery (the Rashomon-y
‘Ted Mosby, Architect’), a long-running joke (the eponymous ‘Slap Bet’), Robin
Sparkles (also ‘Slap Bet’) and Ted censoring things in the story (‘How Lily
Stole Christmas’, because there’s no other network sitcom that could have a plot
about calling somebody a cunt). Barney also goes on The Price Is Right, though I always thought the Bob Barker joke was
a bit too fantastical. And the episode I used to convince my parents the show
was worth watching is in here, too, with ‘Arriederci, Fiero’, and who doesn’t
love The Proclaimers? Well, that song, anyway. Plus, Ted’s main relationship
this season is with Robin, and it really, really works. It works so well that
everybody kept wondering over the next seasons why they didn’t just end up together.
But then, of course, what else is a finale for?
Season
1:
The earliest HIMYM is very different
from what it became, but no less enjoyable. Ted’s grand romantic gestures are
sweet and still within the realms of plausibility (the blue French horn, the “drumroll”
and everything else associated with Victoria, the rain dance, breaking into the
matchmaking website’s office...), and it’s just a lovely way to meet these
characters and this world. Plus, ‘Okay Awesome’ has one of the most accurate
representations of going to a nightclub I’ve ever seen on TV.
Well, maybe not this bit. |
Season
9: I’m
a bit of a sucker for structural gimmicks. Steven Moffat’s sitcom Coupling has a few episodes with tricks
(the third series’ first episode is a break-up is shown throughout the whole
half-hour in split screen, showing how they both cope, for example), and it’s
not unheard of for a show to limit its range of events – 24 was always told in real time, and in the same year as HIMYM’s final season the lower-key
British sitcom Him & Her devoted
its last series to a rather catastrophic wedding. But HIMYM’s love of whip-pan flashbacks, flashforwards and generally
giddy timeskipping allows it to both wallow in this three-day wedding, while
also providing extra glimpses of what led up to it and – crucially – showing us
what happens after Ted and the Mother
meet. Seeing bits of their relationship before we see them meet is adorable,
affecting and helps sell their love even as you’re hoping Cristin Milioti gets
more screentime. And while the finale, ‘How Your Mother Met Me’, the end
montage of ‘Gary Blauman’, the devastating hint at the mother’s fate at the end
of ‘Vesuvius’ and the spectacle of ‘The Rehearsal Dinner’ are all very
worthwhile, there is a lot of padding
in this season. ‘Slapsgiving 3: Slappointment in Slapmarra’ is dreadful even if
you don’t take offence at some kinda-sorta version of yellowface, and while I
enjoy Marshall’s brief roadtrip subplot it’s not great. But in addition to those high points I
mentioned, the audacity of this season’s structure is commendable in helping to
really sell the theme of the show’s last year: to enjoy life, right now, as
it’s happening. To seize those moments and maybe you’ll have a great story to
tell later – but don’t pin your life on old stories, either.
By the way, the alternate ending on the DVD is total
garbage. It’s a cheap concession to what some parts of the audience wanted (or
thought they wanted), and it’s achieved by editing and Bob Saget’s
never-credited Future Ted voice. In other words, it’s all done in
post-production to work as a DVD extra, with – I woud wager – zero input from
writers Carter Bays and Craig Thomas, given how badly it works against the
whole damn story the show has been telling. Yuck.
Season
4: I
don’t especially enjoy Barney’s yearning after Robin (it brings to mind so many
dull stretches of Ross pining after Rachel in Friends), or in fact most of things Barney does in this season.
Remember in the first season, when his wacky plays failed more often than they
succeeded? I preferred that. But there are so many individual episodes here
that are a joy, from Marshall’s obsessive (and relatable) quest for the best
burger in New York, Ted forcing Stella to watch Star Wars, ‘Three Days of Snow’ and the deservedly legendary ‘The
Naked Man’ (which I have yet to try myself).
Season
6: Here
we enter some of HIMYM’s most
distinct plot-stretching efforts, although John Lithgow and Kyle MacLachlan are
always welcome in anything, even as Zoey begins to grate. I really like the
season-long plot about the Arcadian, and in retrospect it brings up this
fertile thematic ground about letting going of history and forging something
spectacular and new out of it. This will prove to be important when the finale
rolls around and Ted – having lost the love of his life – needs to move past
his history and move on. Elsewhere we have an episode that makes me cry (‘Last
Words’, and its predecessor ‘Bad News’ comes close), an exploration of different
booze effects in the charming ‘The Perfect Cocktail’ and... erm... that episode
where Barney’s heart literally skips a beat? Ugh. Please. Not that.
Season
3: Lots
to enjoy here, as repeated efforts are taken to shake the show’s default
beliefs: see Marshall descend into corporate law, Barney being unable to have
sex (‘The Yips’), the nature of the flashback structure (‘How I Met Everyone
Else’, ‘The Goat’, ‘No Tomorrow’). And the show comes out unscathed, with a
well-developed relationship between Ted and Stella, plus some great guest work
from Britney Spears (her greatest cultural contribution ever? I think so).
Season
8: A
step up from 7 as we head towards the endgame, although I don’t know if it felt
like that at the time. But once Barney and Robin get going that’s easy to buy
into, Lily’s new job with the Captain allows for plenty of fun, and the end of
the season packs in some great stuff with Barney’s bachelor party and ‘The Time
Travelers’ – an episode that takes HIMYM’s
heightened reality to stupid new heights but rescues itself with one of the
most affecting, emotional episode endings. I love it.
Season
5:
Robin and Barney are together, which hits about as often as it misses – I think
they work best as a couple in seasons 8 and 9, not here, especially in their
exaggerated fatsuit break-up. In fact, a lot of season 5 is heightened and
rarely improving things, though I can still quote you almost the entirety of
Barney’s episode 100 musical number. I’ll never turn down incongruous musical
numbers in TV (yeah, I’m thinking of you, Mad
Men). I do think that ‘Last Cigarette Ever’ is a marvellous use of Ted as
an unreliable narrator, and that ‘Bagpipes’ is not.
Season
7: Kevin,
Nora, Quinn, Victoria... they have their moments, bless them, but ultimately
this is the show’s biggest wheel-spinning season and shoves a load of gimmicks
into a sub-par season for a bit of spice. The Slutty Pumpkin is back... and not
that interesting. ‘The Burning Beekeeper’ is formally inventive but not that
funny. The ducky tie running gag is noble but not that worthwhile, and I’d give
the same assessment to the finale, ‘The Magician’s Code’. ‘Trilogy Time’,
however, is an absolute joy.
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