H3 is dully predictable
The show has long past the point of self parody.
The episodes are interminable slogs, composed of some hash of bad jokes, gross out humor, opaque ingroup references, and venom (generally directed with some primal, inscrutable rage.) The one second gear, poker streams, only highlight the hypocrisy and cringe of the show (a channel that once made a “principled stand” against gambling content now promoting it on their main show; a supposedly “girlie pop” and progressive show highlighting some of the weird and gross misogyny.)
The Kleins clearly phone it in- and the crew either seem like captives or tuned out.
At this point it’s not even fun to criticize. The one enjoyable aspect is watching the decline- and the closer you get to the trajectory, the grosser you feel. The whole enterprise reeks of dogshit, spite and sweaty desperation- and the Kleins embody this decay.
Internet poisoning may be the norm, but, god damn, the version that befell H3 is particularly gross.