Watching Eighth Grade felt like being submerged into Bo Burnham's anxiety. Not just submerged, like that magnificent, lanky mother fucker repeatedly held my head under as I gasped for relief.

If you say you can't relate to this film, I bet you're lying. If you actually can't relate to it... fuck you lol aaaaand you can thank Bo for a hilarious glimpse into how we mortals experience life.

I waited days before trying to write something, and I am still tense just thinking about this movie. It felt so real. What a dark, life-affirming pep talk. A pendulum swaying between cringeworthy and heartwarming.

And I can't believe how well he captured the way it felt to come of age as a girl. That car scene, in particular, triggered a slew of terrible memories. Bo, in all earnestness, do you need a hug? If so, I am available for said hug. But seriously, this film is beautiful and sadistic. I definitely need a hug from someone.

Can't wait to see what he makes in the future. I love Bo Burnham and his wry, wonderful work.