★★★★: Inside by Bo Burnham

 

The sock puppet segment should be state-sanctioned mandatory viewing. 

There’s just something about that final shot of Bo butt naked, vulnerable beneath the spotlight, and surrounded by manmade junk that is SO jarring. He’s self-aware of the fact that his self-awareness doesn’t absolve him of any of his wrongs, and that’s pretty cool. 

This is empirical evidence of the modernity-induced mental illness to content creator pipeline.