A predictable and definitive ambivalence about Fred (also a subscribe-to-me tool to get hits), falsely announces what proves to be only the most fleeting parody or hatred of Fred (in the speeding up of the voice and the to-the-camera look) while in its place we see instead a shared, youthful exuberance and a linked play with form. Macharlie29 makes an argument that doesn't need words to do be heard. Their preoccupations are time, color, the body, youth, music, movement. The boy points to the girl—she's it, all that—and then thanks you for watching. Looking like nobody but themselves, and certainly not Fred, they maturely say in their private video language what art often tries: hey, Fred may not be cool but see we are, right now, in our way, different from yours, and just like this.