First of all, Rainbow Prince is a true labor of love. And by that, I mean it must take a lot of love to create something so gloriously cringey, awkward, and outrageously over the top. It’s not just a show—it’s an experience. The kind of experience that makes you question your life choices, but in a way that’s so entertaining you can’t help but keep watching.

Imagine a mid-2000s Disney Channel musical, the kind with catchy (if questionable) songs and plots held together by the flimsiest of threads, accidentally blended with BL. What do you get? A cheese-filled, plot-hole-riddled, logic-defying creation with dance numbers of varying quality and a story that feels like it was crafted by someone with a firm grasp on the "anything goes" rule of storytelling.

But let’s get down to the real instruction manual for watching Rainbow Prince, because this show requires strategy. It comes in three distinct phases:

1) "It’s bad—are they serious?"
Your first reaction will be one of confusion. You’ll sit there wondering how something this bizarrely off-kilter made it to screen. Is this a parody? Are they actually trying to be serious? The cognitive dissonance is real.

2) "Huh? It’s getting worse?"
Just when you think it can’t possibly dive deeper into the abyss of cringe, Rainbow Prince gleefully proves you wrong. Plot twists appear from nowhere, logic continues its vacation, and the musical numbers take you to a place where the laws of entertainment are entirely subjective.

3) "It’s so bad it’s started to become funny."
Ah, the final stage. You’ve reached the summit of Mount Absurdity. At this point, something magical happens—the sheer badness of it all starts to flip into comedy gold. It’s like the show becomes a parody of itself, and suddenly, you’re laughing with it (or at it, who can say?). You’re no longer just watching—you’re part of the chaos.

Now, to fully embrace this third phase, there’s a trick. You’ll need to turn off your brain completely and bring a bottle of Prosecco (better yet, make it two, depending on your alcohol tolerance). Drink every time you catch yourself thinking, “This is bad,” and before you know it, you’ll be singing along to the Rainbow Prince songs with gusto. If you attempt to mimic the choreography, well, that’s when the real magic happens.

Watching with a friend? You’ve just doubled the effect. I guarantee, after two episodes, you’ll be crying with laughter, fully invested in the madness, and probably having the time of your life.

So yes, Rainbow Prince is a triumph in its own special way. You just have to survive the first few minutes of shock and cringe to get there. Enjoy the ride—brain cells not required.