It is truly Maron's most solemn set, which is saying something. There are high points (selfie?), but it's mostly a mixed bag of good and mediocre.

Decent set from Maron is pretty much par for the course, though spotlighting his gift of turning self-pity on its head with an amusing turn of phrase – there’s nothing really gut-busting here, and like many an apparently “woke” comic can’t see the irony of issuing the threat of censure-with-consequences for those who would dare to say anything he doesn’t approve of, but there are enough good moments (and a touching remembrance of Lynn Shelton) to make this worthwhile.

Entertaining and sad. He tells some funny stories.