Ronny Chieng's Love to Hate it Netflix special feels like a punishment rather than entertainment. It's as if someone took the concept of comedy, ran it through a blender, and forgot to add any humor.
Chieng spends the entire special alternating between yelling, glaring, and making bizarre observations that feel like they were brainstormed during a caffeine-fueled fever dream. The pacing is so erratic it's as though the special is actively trying to give you whiplash.
The "punchlines" (if you can call them that) are predictable at best and cringe-inducing at worst. Every time I thought it couldn't get less funny, it somehow managed to find a new low. I genuinely started to feel bad for the audience, who looked like they were laughing out of obligation or possibly nervous confusion.
By the end, I wasn't just unamused; I was actively annoyed. If this is the future of comedy, then we should all be deeply concerned. Watch at your own risk.
