Just watched Mr. Snowflake's Part 2, and it's shambolic. Not only has he committed the incomprehensible sin of documenting Chantals outrageously sad, pointless, and fucked-up life and making it dull, but it seems to mostly be about HIM. I don't want to see this guy in his cardigan, against a taupe backdrop, offering dull and unoriginal commentary between short clips of Chantal.
Nobody cares what you think, old chap; she's been a topic of study 'round these parts for years. Nobody cares what you think you have to say. Just string together some classic clips, show don't tell, and that's it. Nope! It's him on a stool, the main star of a film that's supposed to be about our Bovine Blasphemer.
What a frustrating flop. This was simply "Mr. Snowflake muses aloud and boringly about shit we all covered ages ago." Skip it. Waste of time, IMHO. I almost agree with the fat creature and her "clout-chasing" complaints, because this was entirely pointless. It was an ego bath and a means of shamelessly getting clicks and views, for a whole lotta nothin'.
...and he's not even very amusing, animated, interesting...or, most unforgivable of all, cute.
This bowl of soup gives it half a star out of five.