cowboy like eely’s review published on Letterboxd:
the only thing the universe ever did right was speeding up bo burnham’s birth so he could be born under leo instead of virgo. two days later and he would’ve just been full of existential dread and constant fear of failure without the drive to perform for people and we wouldn’t have masterpieces like the numerous songs in this special in which he’s wearing nothing but underwear and singing about wanting to die. i can speak with great authority on this matter because i’m an agoraphobic virgo who has zero desire to perform and is full of existential dread and constant fear of failure. so shoutout to the zodiac killer or whoever is in charge of all that astrology stuff.