I've been a fan of Bo all through 8th grade and highschool (about to end junior year now), and this is truly his best work, not even that, it's truly him.
I had a creeping sense of unease the entire time I watched this, knowing Bo, I knew the ending was going to hurt. Still, after the hour and a half long special ended, I immediately got up, grabbed my keys and went for an hour long walk. I needed to think about what the hell I just watched.
It was funny, horribly raw, interesting, colorful. It brought me back to the periods of time during the pandemic where I was intensely depressed. I would have loved to watch this during those times, and I know I will return to this special the next time I fall into a depression. Bo understands art, and I felt like he was looking into my soul, every time he made fun of himself for the harsh criticism he had for his own art. For being hyper aware of being pretentious, of being scared of pride.
Picking every little thing apart only leads to spiraling, and then the sad, dull realization that in order to make art, to make your true art, you'll have to roll the dice on being pretentious and being beautiful.
Self hatred is so common among artists, I see it in myself and in my friends. Sometimes it feels like people are so scared of being proud, they'll kill themselves instead.
Ah, that was a ramble, how about I just say this. Watch this special if you want to have an internal crisis, but for the love of gods if you are an artist, watch this special.
I had a creeping sense of unease the entire time I watched this, knowing Bo, I knew the ending was going to hurt. Still, after the hour and a half long special ended, I immediately got up, grabbed my keys and went for an hour long walk. I needed to think about what the hell I just watched.
It was funny, horribly raw, interesting, colorful. It brought me back to the periods of time during the pandemic where I was intensely depressed. I would have loved to watch this during those times, and I know I will return to this special the next time I fall into a depression. Bo understands art, and I felt like he was looking into my soul, every time he made fun of himself for the harsh criticism he had for his own art. For being hyper aware of being pretentious, of being scared of pride.
Picking every little thing apart only leads to spiraling, and then the sad, dull realization that in order to make art, to make your true art, you'll have to roll the dice on being pretentious and being beautiful.
Self hatred is so common among artists, I see it in myself and in my friends. Sometimes it feels like people are so scared of being proud, they'll kill themselves instead.
Ah, that was a ramble, how about I just say this. Watch this special if you want to have an internal crisis, but for the love of gods if you are an artist, watch this special.
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