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well it fucking sucked lmao swing and a miss. I don't think I missed the point

also I'm sorry you like anything from this, that's rough bud

I'm willing to capitulate almost any other take but if Inside did resonate with you on a meaningful level, you're not my friend and I don't trust you. This rich fucking creep making bottom, rot gut level jokes about Instagram that fucking Simpsons in 2017 wouldn't have done while complaining he has it oh so bad while he has enough cash to have everything delivered to him and got to live with his girlfriend. Not a fucking peep about a loved one that died of this disease or killed themselves or having to live with brainfog and not being able to go up a flight of stairs without sweating, no, it's about how sexting is awkward. Most Frederick Wiseman documentaries don't make me as angry as that special. And the songs aren't even jams. This cretin who has had multiple netflix deals can sing about how troubled he is because he has to sit on his ass and game all day while someone working at Kroger has to worry about making rent, but at least make them like, good songs. God, it's like someone took one of the nerd rap losers from the late 2000's and scooped out their soul with a melon baller. You know why there were no pets in that video (other than him disingenuously trying to appear like the fucking victim when he's well on the other side of the fence)? Whatever animal they tried to bring on set kept attacking him. Every scene with a mirror is cgi enhanced because he doesn't actually provide a reflection in real life. Absolute parasite, he's such a little fucking ringworm. And everyone bought it! This fucking flea, in the middle of the worst time for his target audience (westerners) to be alive since the 40's got away with it, everyone loved when he was like "white girls do be texting tho and it makes me depressed :(". But hey, he said capitalism is bad! That means on your side! I guess! I hope every razor blade he uses to get that Aqualung meets Youtuber Influencer shave is dull and cuts him deep around his lips, and it just stings all day. One of the only pieces of media that manages to get me visibly upset.

I'm gonna copy and paste a Letterbox'd review I love on the subject because the author puts it better than I can:

probably the most damning thing i can say about this is that it's genuinely accomplished and impressive visually. the problem is that this is at odds with the ostensible conceit that we're watching burnham's emotional and creative collapse during the pandemic. there's a lot here that comes off as phony bullshit, but it's the visuals that rankle the most for this reason. a shot of burnham lying on the floor under a blanket amongst the tangles of computer cords and lighting apparatuses is supposed to project desperation and defeat, but he can't help but frame it all ever so perfectly, showing off (not for the only time) how much fancy and expensive equipment he has at his disposal. burnham's compulsion to aestheticize, even in interesting ways, only serves to reinforce the film's accidental message: that bo burnham is doing pretty well, all things considered.

inside is a film that captures a very specific experience of 2020, that being the perspective of people who were well-off enough to stay 100% completely cut off from the world for the pandemic's duration. some of us had to go to work every day, bo. as in, outside of our houses work. for some people that involved setting up the packages of self-help books to put on delivery drones so that you could write a line about them in a song about how oh so sad you are to be disconnected from the people around you. bo burnham lives with his girlfriend, by the way. the film is dedicated to her but she never appears or is mentioned. i understand that the conceit of the room he's trapped in is partly metaphorical, but it's hard to take this seriously knowing that at the end of every day he walked the door and into the arms of the woman he's been in a relationship with for eight years. again, bo, you know some of us didn't have that luxury right? you know that for some of us the only thing we could rely on for human connection was the internet? the thing you depict (not, i'll admit, entirely unfairly) as a species-killing villain?

i'm sorry but i fucking hated almost every minute of this. burnham hides behind layers and layers of irony and self-awareness and doomer bullshit to disguise the fact that not only is he out of touch, but out of ideas as well. so many insufferable moments of burnham making jokes that are corny and played out and bad but oh no it's okay because he acknowledges it, he knows that he's full of shit, which means it's okay for him to fart out a 90 minute stream of half-formed parody songs which universally feature lyrics repeated over and over and over so that maybe you won't realize he couldn't really get past the initial premise in the writing stage. so many moments where burnham hopes you forget that the last 5 years of his life weren't spent accruing millions of dollars and dozens of awards for his feature film debut, not to mention acclaim for his acting work in other films. utterly worthless, vile, narcissistic trash. grow the fuck up.

Also to clarify if I did mean that we really should take children and subject them to years of verbal torture based off a movie I saw once while trying to get laid, yes. I do mean that. Rest of it is whatever, if you like snythpop and purple and yadda yadda whatever who cares

Suge's only crime was speaking truth to power

and party rockin

it was a 1.2 on the DEVO scale

(0 being a total lack of DEVO, 1 being full DEVO)

"Hey, why is this album called Labor Days?" "Because after Daylight, it feels like a job to sit through" (he's very inconsistent for me). He needs Breakdance Beach energy on an entire album and I haven't seen that from him yet.

Weird Al to me is like winning a Street Fighter major with pre-SFV Dan. Parodies suck so fucking hard that just having a career based around them and not being universally loathed is a miracle. It's less his actual output which is like, fine for what it's going for, but if anyone else on the planet tried to do what he did, they'd be stoned to death.

Suge Knight probably did something wrong. It's like how Deng said that Mao was "70 percent right and 30 percent wrong". Similar ratio and method of determining Knight's guilt.

damn I didn't see any issue with my idea of "screaming at a bunch of children while putting a plastic recorder in front of them" before but you may have a point

Nobody actually likes Radiohead, they were just pushed because they're inoffensive and bland compared to even other pop contemporaries. And by pushed I mean they were favored by one part of the various intelligence agencies in this country that are at war with each other and dictate everything. This was also done with another dogshit band (Smashing Pumpkins) but from a more reactionary side of the intelligence blob. TNA wrestling is involved with this somehow and we won't know for another 50 years.

There's no reason white hip hop artists can't be good, but nobody's grabbed the brass ring. It's either "Wash the dishes but behind car commercial beats" or "What if I fucked dora the explorer wouldn't that be fucked up huh?" The closest we've gotten so far is Eminem and he had like, a two album run.

Love Mike Patton, obviously one of the best singers of his generation, Mr Bungle always fucking sucked. Also everyone who ever recommended them to me was a creep.

Bo Burnham should be executed by the state. If you like "Inside", when the time comes to choose between socialism or barbarism, you will pick barbarism.

Outside of whatever metoo biden-ass shit that he did that I am currently unaware of, Suge Knight did nothing wrong.

Stone Temple Pilots, even during their early stuff which was very clearly trying to be stock grunge, was never that bad or vapid. Chester Bennington's work in STP beat everything he did with Linkin Park. Watch his live performances with STP, he has so much fun playing the hits.

Superchunk is so fucking good, they were one of the only bands to take a decade long hiatus and put out an album that could easily stand by their old material. Not even Sweet Trip could do that, even if I like A Tiny House for what it is.

Poptimism comes from the exact same dark void as "le epic bacon" shit came from, totally astroturfed to get you to eat garbage. If you fell for it, don't feel bad, nobody's immune to propaganda.

Bon Iver was worse for Wisconsin than Scott Walker. The other Scott Walker is ok though.

LSD and the Search for God? More like Boring To Me and the search for a song that I give a shit about.

RHCP never really recovered from Hillel Slovak's death despite their best stuff coming after him, it's a bummer. Anthony Kiedis's vocals are endearing and fit the band well.

The 80's might be the worst decade for music, both in popular music and the underground trends especially earlier on in the decade that we will hopefully ever see. Even today when all the music is either dumped on soundcloud for 20 people to hear, or made by the sons and daughters of pedophiles, it's still less grim than 1982.

Good music doesn't come from drugs but from extreme trauma and being surrounded by instruments at a young age. In order to create a steady stream of bangers, I propose boarding schools similar to those from the movie "Never Let Me Go" be established but instead of tearing out their organs, we just verbally abuse them until they make the next classic album.

Musical numbers in shows are almost universally terrible (see: that IASIP episode). Despite being a show that was taken over post season 3 by the NWO, Steven Universe bucks this trend.

Weird Al is one of the greatest artists of our time. Nobody who has come before or since has done his shtick even "decently".

Live music outside of radio acts or house sessions are dead in 10 years. Not because of a lack of demand or another service overtaking traditional touring and promoting, but because there just isn't enough fucking money on any end to make it work at this point. Can't keep local venues open, it's still not really safe to have concerts and running then over the long term will start to kill off your fanbase, can't afford lodging, can't afford just gas and sleeping in the van, probably can't afford the van and you probably can't afford the instrument in the first place. Especially in a working class family where if the choice is between a $300 switch or a decent $600 drum set that somehow has to fit in a run down apartment, you're getting a switch. Hope you get the KORG port.

Burgerland music is going to be reactionary because the state openly promotes reactionary music + they're part of the only class that can afford to take music as a career seriously. Trying to avoid this puts an unwarranted morality on consumption (you can't consume product and be either "Good" or "Bad"). This will only get worse for the next five years until this country finally collapses.

the furthest left person to use that term

And you all said posting never amounted to anything. We're at least getting the same treatment as a 7 member church food drive org.

please please please just have voter participation plummet that's all I'm asking for please

they didn't show up as some sort principled stand against continued support of a far right and largely unrepresentative regime, but because they thought it was boring and they'd rather rub one out at home instead

good

You shouldn't be on reddit. At best you create an unwitting honeypot that can easily endanger its users, and at worst bots take over your sub and artificially guide threads towards a more reactionary viewpoint. I would not want any project I worked on associated with the website or its active users.

(obviously this didn't factor into the decision to close the sub at all)

all sitcoms suck

that being said, a minor anecdote from one of the people who worked on the show:

PETER D. BEYT (editor): It was while I was working on The Golden Girls when we found out my partner, Dean, was HIV positive. Estelle Getty was the first person I told. Her nephew was HIV positive, so she and I now had a connection. This was a new, scary world we both had to face. News stories would show the hospital room no one would go into, except in full hazmat suits. For six months, a family member — who works in infectious diseases — wouldn’t let me go near his children, because they didn’t yet know how HIV spread. It was a lot to go through. And when I would get to work, and be carrying all this baggage, Rue and Betty and Estelle, and occasionally Bea, were friends I could talk to.

Later on, I would start directing Golden Girls episodes. But when I was an editor, I would sit with the footage every Monday after tape night, and of course watch everything very closely and carefully. And I often felt like the episodes were really relevant to my life. In “Old Boyfriends,” Dorothy has a moment where she tells the dying woman, Sarah, “The only time you’re wasting is the time you and Marvin should be spending together.” That really hit home with me, and was one of the things that inspired me to take a year off to care for Dean. In a later episode, “Home Again, Rose,” which I directed, the Girls can’t get in to see Rose after her heart attack because they’re not immediate family; well, I’d just had the same experience with Dean, after he’d had a seizure in a restaurant.

But it was really “72 Hours” that for me showed what TV can do, and how far a sitcom can reach. I hadn’t gone to the taping of the episode, but I was set to edit it. I hadn’t read the script, and I had no idea what it was about, or what was coming. This was in early 1990, a time when there was still so much shame about the disease. Having grown up in Louisiana, I already was feeling shame about being gay. My partner was dying, and now I was ashamed about that, too, and feeling on some level like I deserved this.

So here I was, editing away, watching the episode for the first time. And I got to the point where there’s an argument between Rose and Blanche. I looked up at the screen in time for Blanche to say, “AIDS is not a bad person’s disease, Rose. It is not God punishing people for their sins!”

My heart stopped. All of a sudden, unexpectedly, here was this woman on a sitcom I was cutting, talking about what I was feeling. I always admired Rue as a star and a friend anyway, but now a character I’d come to know so well was saying what I needed to hear. I broke down, of course. I had to stop working. And then I pulled myself together — and from that point, right in the middle of my partner’s battle, I no longer thought I was a bad person. The show changed me in that moment of desperation. And my God, did the world ever need that to be said!