That being said, David’s monologue wasn’t his best, with potentially risky material (about disabled people, Harvey Weinstein, and that whole pesky “hitting on women in a concentration camp” thing) lacking the wit or imagination to make much of it seem like anything but lazy provocation—or just plain lazy. “I think I’m doing quite well,” David joked at one point, clearly relishing the fact that, from the audience non-reaction to most of his jokes, he was bombing, hard. If there’s a consistent theme in any mass reaction to “edgy” humor, it’s that a lot of people argue about it less out of a deep understanding or appreciation of the nature and limits of the craft of comedy, and more to graft their own opinions onto what was in this case (at least in our reviewer’s opinion) a weak set all around. But for those itching to teach a 70-year-old comedy titan (and Jewish man) about the propriety of telling Holocaust jokes, keep in mind that he’s Larry David, and, as his career shows, he really doesn’t care what you think of his sense of humor.