I rewatched The Matrix last night after 21 years. The first time I watched it in a theater I did not understand what the heck they were talking about. My English was still pretty limited back then. The dialogs make more sense to me the second time around; therefore, I enjoyed it immensely.

In her latest Netflix Special, Gadsby takes on haters, golfers, anti-vexxers, famous painters, and Louis CK too. She is a brilliant comedian with an autistic vision. She doesn’t just think outside the box. She eats the fucking box too.

The documentary is not based on the book but more of an extension. Although we get to see the beloved former first lady behind the scene on her book tour, the film is not as intimate or as personal as the pages. She’s smart, charming, and inspiring, especially to young women of color. She appears down to earth, but also seems scripted. If you haven’t read the book, do that first before streaming the documentary on Netflix.

Seinfeld’s latest Netflix special was passible. His materials were decent even when he joked about Porta Potties. He was definitely entertaining, but he was not killing it. His voice was hair-raising when he took it up a notch. His body gesture was goofy at times. I didn’t feel this special much.

Peters is still killing it after all these years. His materials haven’t changed much even though he got fatter. He makes fun of his own Indian fatness in his Amazon Prime special filmed in Mumbai. His subjects range from sex, race, and self deprecation. His wordplay and improvisation help brought out interactions from the audience. The special is entertaining to watch.

Stanley Nelson’s documentary of Miles Davis is a disappointment. In the first half of the film, Nelson uses more still images than live performances. Based on the title, I thought the film would focus only on Birth of the Cool. Compressing Miles’s entire music career in just two hours only scratches the surface of Mile’s extensive catalogs. My criticism might be unfair because I have spent tremendous amount of time listening to Miles and read as many books about him as I could get my hands on. If you haven’t heard of Miles Davis and just wanted a quick overview, this might do it. To really appreciate Miles, you have to dig much deeper.

I caught Chappelle’s exceptional acceptance speech for the Mark Twain Prize for American Humor last year, but I decided to watch the entire ceremony Netflix has recently released. In addition to touching words from other comedians including Sarah Silverman, Neal Brennan, and Jon Stewart, Netflix highlights some of Chappelle’s works. From his early performance on Star Search to his acting on the Chappelle’s Show to various standup specials, Chappelle has been great at what he does for so long because he never afraid to speak honestly about how he felt. In one particular segment, in which I found intriguing, he sat on a stool and told his audience:

Everybody gets mad at me because I say these jokes. You understand that this is the best time to say them. More now than ever, you have the responsibility to speak recklessly. Otherwise my kids may not know what reckless talk sounds like. The joys of being wrong. I didn’t come here to be right. I just come here to fuck around.

Now that is some truthful shit. Chappelle definitely deserved this prestigious award. He is a living legend in the world of standup comedy, which is truly an American art form I have come to appreciate.

Tom Segura is a dick and he doesn’t give a fuck if you are offended. In his latest Netflix Special, he claims that you have a right be offended by whatever offends you and you have a right to express it, but you do not have a right to expect anyone to do anything about it. If you can accept that then you are in for some dark humors. Segura pushes the art of modern comedy as far as he could. Base on the title, Ball Hog, alone, you can tell what he alludes to. Hint: it has to do with your mom. Segura is such a good writer. His materials are brutal yet brilliant. If you can take vulgar jokes, you will enjoy this special.

I am still not sure why Kreischer took off his shirt the entire time in his latest Netflix Special, but he is funny as fuck. He starts off with ordering his Starbucks coffee from a black barista: a venti thug-out coffee, a venti I-don’t-want-to-be-pulled-over-for-no-reason-at-all coffee, and let me not spoil the last one. On sex and sick, he has no problem doing doggy-style so that his wife can cough to the wall. His relationship with his daughters—the period party in particular—is beautiful and hilarious. Seeing his gut hanging out the whole time is a bit off-putting, but Kreischer is a good storyteller. Go streaming on Netflix while quarantining.

Holy fuck, Marc Maron ends his new Netflix Special with a satirical blasphemy that involved Mike Pence and Jesus Christ. I don’t want to give anything away, but he sure as hell lights a fire under the evangelical asses. From vitamin to woke to technology to anti-vaccine, Maron’s humors are dark, ruthless, and brilliant. I had been mind-fucked for an hour.