La familia Paul

If you ever wondered what it would be like to watch a dumpster fire slowly consume itself while yelling profanities about how misunderstood it is-congratulations, you've found Paul American on HBO Max. This show isn't just bad; it's an insult to your intelligence, your time, and honestly, your TV.

Starring Logan and Jake Paul, the undisputed champions of brain cell erosion, this "reality" show is a glorified vanity project where the brothers pretend to be interesting while accomplishing nothing of value. It's like if the concept of narcissism threw up on itself and then demanded you pay a subscription fee to watch.

The episodes revolve around two overgrown man-children flexing their wallets while whining about their fabricated "struggles." The drama is so blatantly scripted, even your toaster would roll its eyes. There's more genuine emotion in a cardboard cutout of Jake Paul than in any of his fake existential crises on screen. You'll spend every minute wondering why anyone would willingly watch two human billboards argue about who's more insufferable. Spoiler alert: it's a tie.

The show's attempts at depth are about as successful as Jake's rap career-painfully awkward and better left forgotten. Logan trying to be the "mature" one is like watching a raccoon put on a suit and run for office. It's cute that he tries, but nobody's buying it. Meanwhile, Jake's self-pity tour is laughably transparent, as if he thinks pretending to have feelings will trick us into forgetting that he's still, well, Jake Paul.

They drag their family into this mess too, because apparently, misery loves company. Their parents and significant others appear on screen like hostages, blinking out Morse code for help while Jake rants about being misunderstood by the world (translation: people finally got tired of his obnoxious antics).

HBO Max touts Paul American as a raw, unfiltered look into the brothers' lives, but in reality, it's just an ego-fueled pity party that proves you can polish garbage all you want-it's still garbage.

The fact that this absolute filth is even a thing shows how truly far back we have come as a society. These people are truly nothing but wastes of the flesh they parade around in, the entire cast shares a brain cell, and somehow that brain cell is racist. If you've ever thought to yourself "I wonder what people who wear white hoods and roofie girls get up to in their free time" then this show was made for you, and you should also try picking up a book. This world would truly be better without the people this vile, disgusting, putrid show showcase, therefore the world would be a better place if the show itself did not exist.

For context, these are the same guys who went to Japan, filmed a person hanging in the Suicide Forest for views and likes, and made insensitive jokes about it. That alone speaks volumes about their character and the lengths they'll go for the spotlight.

Now they're back in the spotlight with a "reality show" showcasing their manchild behavior and inflated egos-as settler colonizers. Yes, you read that right. They moved to Puerto Rico and became part of the problem: displacing locals through settler colonialism. They've done staged photo ops of "helping" the community-when in reality, under the tax incentive law they benefit from, charitable donations are mandatory. They're not being generous; they're just meeting requirements and spinning it as altruism.

They've caused trouble on the island: from supporting privatization of public beaches, to illegally riding ATVs where turtles nest, to trying to buy up properties in La Perla (Old San Juan), playing right into colonialist patterns.

They flex their wealth on an island where the median salary is $25,000-because in the U. S., they're just small fish in a big pond. Add in the corrupt local government, and you've got a classic case of quid pro quo with outsiders exploiting tax breaks.

In short: these manchildren are bad energy with too much money and way too much attention.

I mean really, what was the point of making this?

A failed and hated social media star, and a wannabe pro boxer, who's been dressed up for pick-me exhibitions, and celebrity match ups. It is the epitome of mindless half-assed rubbish, with bad acting, fake personalities, and retired porn-stars.

This family needs to cease making a name for themselves in the spotlight, the general public does not entertain these fools, unless they are young white males. Shame on MAX for even giving them a platform, making me reconsider my entire subscription to the streaming platform. Already canceled Netflix, Amazon, and Disney.

Stop financially supporting BAD people.

Avoid Paul American at all costs. Zero taste, both literally and figuratively. The show is a complete waste of time, and I'm genuinely shocked HBO would put their name on something so poorly executed. Pass.

Utterly disappointing. Paul American delivers zero taste and a horrendously lackluster show. I'm baffled that HBO, known for quality content, would release such garbage. Do yourself a favor and pass on this one.

Paul American: a masterclass in how to deliver zero taste and a show that's somehow both boring and offensive. HBO, are you okay? Seriously, pass on this 'gem.'

The production value of Paul American is as low as its taste levels. A truly horrendous show that leaves you wondering how it ever made it onto HBO. This is a hard pass, and a serious stain on HBO's reputation.