Critics fawning over this C list comic's sophomoric profundity is misguided and concerning. His childish snark is an infectious critical theory based pile of idea laundered trash. His attempt at witty observation, critique, and white male deprecation is something one would imagine overhearing in a stuffy dorm by an annoying know-it-all philosophy major who's flexing his recent reading of Marx, Derrida, Foucault, and Kimberly Crenshaw in an attempt to get laid. Bo's topics are nothing more than common online SJW punching bags (white ladies instagrams are problematic, white man=bad, Jeff Bezos=bad, the elites are pedophiles) where he has little more substance to offer than pointing to the subjects, akin to late night hosts recycling trump as the butt of every joke to get a quick "Ha!" from the audience. This work isn't profound, it's an unfunny far left circle jerk that boarders on a white identify flagellation session. But hey I guess if this all comes in a neatly produced musical package it sounds less like a far left reddit user pandering for likes in a Gen Z tik tok comment section.
I'll be giving it 1/10 stars on a lack of substance and humor with the only upside being the incredible one man production value and catchy musical numbers.