In those forums I saw something else too: Many, many people expressed deep concern for Burnham. Send me updates about Slate special offers. Saying he had gotten panic attacks on stage and then ending it with him on a ‘stage’ panicking to get back inside.
I had to pause a few times before I could go on cause I had a hard time watching someone who clearly looked like he was in pain and just not okay. A third: “It left me feeling immensely vulnerable and depressed. But a lot of this resonated with me so much,” wrote another. I’ve always thought that I ‘just feel sad’ and am just in the same boat as everyone else struggling through the last 18 months. “Watching this entire thing has made me question how severe my depression is. Thanks for helping me process my shit, Bo,” one person wrote in a television forum on Reddit. I didn’t know I was still experiencing such immense grief but there it was. “I wept openly during the latter half of that song. In trying to better understand the zeitgeisty nerve it hit-combing fan forums, eavesdropping on loving discussions of it online-I’ve been struck by the number of viewers for whom the special captured some essential aspect of their experience of this past year, with a specificity and precision that made them feel seen, recognized, understood. Even I, a person outside Inside-the special mostly fell flat for me-was moved to sympathy by the desperately self-conscious agony of its protagonist. That’s one of many triumphs of his latest special, Inside, a work I’ve seen almost universally not just praised but loved.
I am keenly aware as I write this that I do not want to hurt Bo Burnham’s feelings.
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