Despite having some visually interesting moments and good performances by Jenna Ortega and Barry Keoghan, Hurry Up Tomorrow feels like a bunch of ideas that, despite sounding interesting on paper, in execution feel poor, hidden under beautiful, but empty, vain images, and the problem behind all this is that the script, beyond trying to explore these concepts, feels like a vanity act about The Weeknd, who, with a better script (and a better performance), could have come up with something interesting, but, unfortunately, it remains an empty and self-centered attempt.
