Patrick Bateman
kiwifarms.net
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2015
Imagine if Anisa’s husband actually made a documentary on Joji and not some smug teardown, but something genuine, instead of the 7 year grudge against Sam Hyde. A proper sit-down, a “day in the life,” letting Joji reflect openly on his YouTube days, talk about what drives him now, what he's passionate about. You know, actual storytelling. Instead, we get these “retard of the week” exposés where Anisa’s husband plays the role of enlightened Nordic gigachad-gamer, dunking on people while pretending he's above it all.There’s an alternate universe where Ian makes the documentary about Joji instead of Sam, where Ian complains about how Joji was able to transition from making edgy content on Youtube to getting on the Billboard 200 with his last single, all without self-flagellating himself on the Internet.
He starts wailing “Why did you abandon Anisa and I?” in place of talking about the Kickstarter crap copyright strike.
Thing is, his best content back when it was actually watchable always came with this simmering nerd-rage spite. Now, the ego’s too loud and the spire is even louder. He couldn’t make something empathetic even if he tried, too busy posturing, too afraid to step out of the spotlight.
Take the Airsoftfatty doc. What worked were the quiet, human parts: seeing his home life, hearing how he got into YouTube, learning what he actually cared about. Yeah, his life was messy and he was clearly dealing with a lot, but that’s what made the honesty land. The stuff that mattered was his voice, his friends, his weird little projects, not the now-broke Seattle pseudo-intellectual inserting himself into the narrative as the “normal” guy. Just let the story breathe, let the subject speak. That’s what people care about, the ride and not the lecture.
If he would have done this, he would be happily sitting in his house making new content, and not stuck in the basement floorboards like some reverse Anne Frank hiding from his own past mistakes.