Siegel™’s review published on Letterboxd:
It's just me and my camera, and you and your screen
Endless creativity confined to strict restrictions and aware of its oppressive containment, Bo's deteriorating sanity seems to stem from his frustration of wanting some part of him to transcend the boundary of the four walls closing him in, but conscious that even if his art makes it out he's still stuck inside. Here's a man who stood on stage in front of thousands of people night after night and bared his soul - revealed that he resents his status even while he revels in it, and fears his audience even as he relies on them - and was met with thunderous applause and cheers. I myself watch the finale of Make Happy multiple times weekly and I cry, laugh, and applaud his bravery, but never thought to imagine how it must feel to receive such an unintentionally callous response to such raw honesty. During the intermission, Bo carefully cleans the screen between us and him, our only method of perceiving him as well as the barrier between us that places him on a pedestal. He is blurry before he cleans it, and he is blurry when it's perfectly pristine. How about I sit on the couch and watch YOU next time?