Hurry Up Tomorrow: When Cool Ideas Aren’t Enough

From start to finish, Hurry Up Tomorrow is a complete snoozefest. At nearly two hours long, it feels like a never-ending fever dream with no clear direction. It's easily the longest and most boring film I’ve had to sit through this year, and frankly, there was absolutely no reason for it to be this long.

The film suffers from having zero plot, an unclear narrative structure, and a script stuffed with clichés and incoherent storytelling. You keep waiting for something meaningful to happen, but it never does. It’s a frustrating viewing experience, like watching a pretentious student film with a massive budget and no editor.

The performances are equally disappointing. The Weeknd, who also co-wrote the film, continues to prove that acting is not his strong suit—his performance is so wooden and awkward it's almost laughable. Barry Keoghan and Jenna Ortega, both immensely talented in other projects, seem lost here. The chemistry between the characters is off-putting at best and downright creepy at times.

To give credit where it’s due, the film is visually striking. The cinematography is stylish, with some genuinely trippy and creative visuals that clearly had effort behind them. And of course, the soundtrack—drawn from The Weeknd’s latest album—is the only consistently good element throughout. The music gives the film its mood, but even that can't save it.

Ultimately, Hurry Up Tomorrow feels like a self-indulgent passion project with some cool aesthetic choices but not enough substance to justify its existence. Had it been trimmed down to a short film or turned into a visual album, it might have worked. But as a full-length feature, it’s bloated, aimless, and exhausting.