Hurry Up Tomorrow: Más allá de los reflectores

A soft 5/10. Abel Tesfaye's Hurry Up Tomorrow flirts with greatness but gets caught in its own spin, literally. The overused spinning camera becomes more distracting than dynamic and pulls from an otherwise intimate movie that gradually finds its own rhythm. The small cast works well and the slow-burn structure kept me guessing what kind of movie it really was until it clicked into place. It tries a little too hard to feel surreal and there's definitely some ego stroking going on by The Weekend. A few memorable moments.. It's Trey Edward Shults and feels like it. It's ambitious, uneven, and intriguing.

If you were looking for a film that gave every possible art film camera angle and effect, this is the one for you. Reminded me the first time I used Photoshop and had to try out all the cool effects, the difference is I didn't try to use them all in the same photo. This movie did.

30 minutes of it was actually reasonably good, but the other hour plus was unnecessary.

Don't worry about having to go to the bathroom in the first hour, because you won't miss anything of substance.

I was mildly surprised by The Weeknd's acting, then I realize he's playing himself, so not really acting.

Jenna was great, the only bright spot in this lack luster film.

The title Hurry Up Tomorrow is incredibly appropriate-because the entire time I was watching it, I just wanted it to hurry up and end. Calling this a "film" is generous; surviving it felt more like a cinematic endurance test.

The plot is laughably shallow, padded with so much pointless fluff that the pacing is downright painful. Abel Tesfaye, a.k.a. The Weeknd, essentially plays himself-and not well. His acting is so stiff, it's almost impressive. Sharing scenes with Jenna Ortega only makes it worse; she effortlessly outshines him at every turn, making his performance look like a high school drama rehearsal.

To make matters worse, the whole movie is drenched in ego. There's a scene-I'm not making this up-where Jenna's character actually analyzes the deep themes of his music. It tries to present itself as some kind of profound artistic statement, but really, it's just a 100-minute commercial for his new album.

Abel, please-stick to your day job.

It's an okay movie, but not what I was expecting story-wise. I do get why a lot of diehard Weeknd fans will like it, and I don't want to take that away from them, but coming from a semi-fan who really enjoyed the album, it could've been a lot better. A lot of fluff could have been cut to make a much better ending. And I'm not just talking about unimportant scenes, there are several moments where characters just stand and do nothing for like, 6 seconds or so. Basic information even slight fans of the Weeknd should know is spoon-fed, while critical information about the entire movie has to be pieced together as the credits roll. It is pretty emotional, it just could have been executed so much better. Also, if you at all suffer from epilepsy or dizziness, do not see this movie. There's no warning but there's a ton of bright rapidly flashing lights and fast moving camera angles.

I love The Weeknd's music but this has to be one of the most pretentious movies I have seen in quite sometime.

Based as a companion piece of the album "Hurry Up Tomorrow", the Weeknd creates a musical piece based on his musical works to tell a tale of connection, self, and the breakdown of fame. I understand what the movie is going for and the artistic choices but this movie really feels like The Weeknd is trying to show off as if his personal and works are amazing and masterpieces, as if he is desperately trying to become the newest grand in musical cinema. This all falls short because of the poor writing, bad execution and really awful atmosphere and approach.

The writing feels meaningless, as if it's like an art-house movie without direction and purpose. There are some decent visual presentation and camerawork. However, the poor editing choices and messy technics between with the music and editing makes it unbearable and sloppy. The performances are not good. The Weeknd's performance was laughably bad especially any moment with dialogue. Jenna Ortega and Barry Keoghan are doing their best but unfortunately they aren't able to save the film.

Alongside with poor direction, bad dialogue, and pretentious themes, it's a really bad musical piece that tries really hard to be artistic when it's just full of itself. Director Trey Edward Shults is a filmmaker I love but it's pretty clear his talents and direction is out of his control since it feels like The Weeknd took it over with his vision, and his vision is bad.

It's pretty clear that The Weeknd is a talented singer but movie-wise, he should really stay away from it. Not necessarily as awful as "The Idol" but that's not saying much.

Bad.