Gabriel Rougeau’s review published on Letterboxd:
Imagine if prisoners had the means and equipment to make millions of dollars from their isolation and sadness?
Bo Burnham, you’re not funny. You’re a bad musician. Shut the fuck up for like an hour. Oh my god you were locked in your house with your girlfriend for the duration of a global quarantine boohoo.
This was a pretentious self pitying vanity piece.
