DK has some personal demons to work out. If your dysfunctional hippie parents named you "Dicken," cursing your school life with the most mockable name, you would too.
His therapy takes the well-hiked path of the one-man show, with audience-participation improv breaking up embarrassing reminisces that wind their way toward self-knowledge. Reinemar is a likable, engaging performer, but his script needs more shape, particularly at the front end. There’s neither enough emotional availability nor high-stakes writing to launch I’m This Many on a gripping, hour-long search for self-love.
The one-man-show template can work here; Reinemar just needs to make it his own.
— Matt TenBruggencate