The upsettingly relatable segment about not talking deeply with your dad also made me realise I need to speak to my own father more - perhaps then I wouldn’t be obsessing over strange men on the Internet. Even Stacey’s mom would objectively struggle to have it going on mid-Zoom call in stained sweatpants, connection lagging, desperately swatting away a cat. Not only does this mean there’s no Bo to look at, but more importantly that the film is over, and I have to endure at least 24 hours of pain and a big boy dopamine crash until I give in and watch it again like the pathetic little baby I am!įaceTiming with your mom is an inherently unsexy activity. This is undoubtedly the least sexy song on the soundtrack because it plays during the credits. I’ve watched this special 4 times and listened to the soundtrack almost as many and I honestly did not know this even existed. So instead - here on this abandoned Substack - is my disgusting, objectification-stuffed, Problematic ranking of all the songs in comedy special, social commentary, arthouse film, one-man musical and apparent piece of pornography, Inside, by how thirsty they make me for its creator. I also considered pitching this elsewhere, but I’m not sure anyone would take it - and good Lord, I cannot write this for sulk.
I briefly considered using this platform to review Bo’s earlier content instead - after all, he can interest me in everything all of the time, if you know what I mean 🤪 - but it felt very much like regressing from Kid A to Pablo Honey (I’m afraid there are going to be Radiohead references, this is my newsletter after all!) I’m also, in all seriousness, aware of the offensive things Bo used to say - I’m not absolving him of all accountability here and I’m certainly not interested in promoting or praising his past content and behaviour. Seeing as most of my stupid, boring friends have yet to succumb to my pleas and actually watch Inside, for once I don’t think I am seeing this last, so I feel I should put that out there as a disclaimer.
#SONGS ABOUT BEING EVIL INSIDE TV#
Unfortunately, when I set this Substack up back in February, I decided to call it I Saw It Last, and the point was to discuss my thoughts on movies, TV shows, etc when I inevitably got round to them, long after everyone else. In Jeremy from Peep Show terms, I just want to fuck his brain, into my brain. Add this to the fact we’re both Sagittarius rising, have Leo in our big three and no air in our charts, and I’m convinced this man is my soulmate. As my mates and mutuals know, I have a shallow tendency to hyperfixate on long-haired men who look like they need a bath, so this isn’t new, but like every queer, depressed neurodivergent person on TikTok, something about Bo’s femininity, his fervency, his raw musical and artistic talent - seems to really resonate with me. Over a week and two more watches later, and I’m still painfully obsessed. These are the words I thumbed into Letterboxd, sweatily, sometime in the AM on 5th June. I will be thinking about this stupid man forever.’ I’ve watched this twice now and it’s been 3 days.
‘Bo Burnham posing in oversized flannel shirts during the white woman’s Instagram segment … did something to me.
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