Bo Burnham has created a modern masterpiece with his new special INSIDE. And I don’t know about you but I for one can’t get it out of my head.
Nowadays, we are presented with a perpetual onslaught of entertainment released all day, every day. We doggy paddle our way through a sea of music, tv shows, films, music videos, Instagram photos, tweets, and everything in between. We all bow down to the almighty avalanche of content, the tsunami of entertainment which threatens to drown us if we don’t keep paddling, don’t keep watching, don’t keep consuming. With this massive, almost incomprehensible influx of media being delivered straight to us as though on a nonstop IV drip, it’s next to impossible for a piece of content to rise above the masses, stand out, and shine for longer than the time it takes us to tweet a review and then move on to whatever’s next.
It takes something truly special to make us slow down, even for a moment, and pay attention to a thing for more than the amount of time it takes to consume it. Films and albums are devoured and digested then largely excreted from the brain in order to make room for the next film or album. Even great artistic achievements are often skipped past in a matter of minutes, figuratively speaking. Great works like this year’s Best Picture winner Nomadland are doomed to escape the public consciousness as soon as the next spectacle arrives. As soon as Godzilla vs. Kong hit the big screen, audiences largely moved on from last year’s biggest hits. When the next thing is here, it’s time to move on. Due to this modern phenomenon, it feels somewhat momentous when something comes along and demands my attention long past an initial viewing.
I love when something comes along, completely blows me away, and forces me to sit with it for days or weeks after seeing it. I live for those moments of sheer exuberance, awe, and reflection that emerge when a piece of content utterly astounds you on an artistic level. I’m talking about those moments when you’re left completely speechless, when you can’t believe what you just saw, completely sucker-punched by the artist, when you feel full of emotion and overcome by the power and potential of art. This doesn’t happen all that often, perhaps a couple of times each year, if we’re lucky. It happened to me when I saw Get Out in the theater for the first time and it happened when I heard Kendrick Lamar’s Damn. for the first time. It happened when I saw Portrait of a Lady On Fire and then again when I saw the finale of Devs last year (read my article about that here). It’s a beautiful feeling to be overcome by art and affected by it on a deep, penetrating level.
It’s different for everyone, of course. We all react more strongly to what we’re predisposed to. That said, it happens to all of us. You know that feeling. It’s that moment when a piece of media leaves you slightly nauseous because it made you feel so many emotions. The ones that make you sit back in your chair when the credits roll and say, “how in the f*** did they DO THAT?” Well, that’s what Bo Burnham’s INSIDE made me feel.
So, without further ado, here are five reasons why my little chimpanzee brain simply cannot stop thinking about Bo Burnham’s INSIDE: