Cinemology’s review published on Letterboxd:
I feel like I've always had Bo Burnham, that he's always been a few years older than me, treading the footsteps of creativity that I might one day walk along. I thought he must be, like, seven years older than me. Nope, he's only 2 years older than me. When you're 14, 16 year olds seem so much older and wiser, so my brain just created an exponent where there should have been a linear number. I guess he is still older and wiser, able to create things at home that other people want to watch, that Netflix wants to pay for, but he still feels sad about it. I don't know whether to feel comforted by it or feel envious that he had a better mental health journey that he managed to document in an entertaining and insightful way... I guess I'll just be happy I still have Bo Burnham, walking footsteps that might always be in the distance.