Hurry up tomorrow – Review & Cocktail – The Martini Shot

Complete disclosure before accessing us; I bought a ticket for Final destinations: Bloodlines And entered the bad theater. It is not a joke. I was very confused why Final destination had such an artistic opening. And, you know, I was confused why The Weeknd was there. Of course, I could have gotten up and go to the right theater, maybe miss some of the first minutes, but what happens if it was a sign? And if it was fate and the gods heading to a destiny to which I did not know that I was heading. If this is the case, I would like to take all the gods, mix them in a room, then emit them all from the face of the earth.

Hurry up tomorrow is an experimental psychological thriller concocted by the singer-songwriter Abel Tesfayealias The Weekndand director Trey Edward Shultzwho may know you It comes at night And Waves. The film is supposed to be a piece of company for Weekend Last album of the same name, while taking viewers in a delirious journey through the artist’s tortured psyche. But if you hoped that it was a bold, insightful or daring work of art that holds a mirror to its star, you can be shocked to see that the mirror is really made of cement. This thing screams vanity and over-indulgence without really delivering something unique or even pleasant to look at. There is no real vulnerability to Weeknd’s performance or his decision to play an exaggerated version of himself, while everyone acts a bit around him, trying to get the most out of a mess. Although visually interesting and, sometimes, a feast for the senses, it is very little story, hoping to instill anxiety and panic in a film that I simply could not take seriously. It really wanted to be a guard 8 milesbut ended up being much better than It’s me … now. The brain of celebrities is a hell of an enigma.

In the film, Tesfaye Plays a fictitious version of himself, in shock from a breakdown caused by his own problems while he begins to collapse under the physical requirements of the tour and performance. When he reached his limit and stretched his voice, he ends up fleeing the spotlight with a disturbed, anima shore. But things are starting to take a dark turn when Anima tries to make Abel appear in the bottom of himself, reconciling with his own demons and faults … I think?

Yeah, the film sometimes becomes quite abstract, but it never really has the impression of making its intentions even semi-class at any time, except that it is a self-reflection at the level of the surface for The Weeknd. I have the impression of knowing what Abel I was trying to make with a film like this, but that does not help that he does not himself have the presence of a screen to make it work. We all clown on him for his performance The idolAnd his actor chops have not really improved this time outside the fact that it spends most of the film to cry. And yet, there is never really a moment that gives us anything on which to hang on. It looks like the film wants to humanize the megastar, but its deliveries and its actions make it feel much more foreign. Whether it’s giving it a heartless “weekend” on an electric scooter or having fun Jenna Ortega For Stfu, he feels so far from being a real person. And you know, it could have been an interesting direction to take this, but the rest of the film feels so self-absorbed while giving us simultaneously, namely the singer. He went through a disorderly break that he refuses to take responsibility, but no real emotional maturity is never shown throughout the film, even if it acts as if it was a great soul.

And unfortunately, having better actors around Abel does not help at all. Barry Keoghan is indeed like the manipulator manipulator lee, but the character is what you expect; Overber, drug haggling and Slimey. Jenna OrtegaOn the other hand, like many more diapers for her as an animal drifting pyromaniac. It’s just a shame that these diapers are never really removed. We presented ourselves while she burns a house in tears, and it is about as interesting as her character. In a way, it becomes in a way this guide which can be metaphorical Abel Presenting yourself with your problems, but again, this kind of introspective does not really happen. We can see her sing blinding lights and dance around the bed to bed Abel Shout, which is certainly quite funny. Her performance is good for what she has given, but I am so confused by some of Toe Choice of project lately.

My first thought when I looked at this was that it was a Sam Levinson Joined, mainly because of his work as an erratic camera and the striking use of color. He had nothing to do with that, but he somehow checks the boxes of the real director Trey Edward Shultz Also. He is one of those directors of what I would call the A24 premium era that I have never really dug. Much of what I admire in his work is here, but it had little emotional effect on me. The scenes of panic of flashing lights and abrasive music did not devote me at all because of the way in which they were implemented alongside this character from which I have never had a reason to take care of. Of course, it illustrates his own paranoia and his mental state, but if I have no reason to be interested in this character, I will not be annoyed, I will be bored. Do not get me wrong, a large part of the film is magnificent to watch, but it is in service and finally nothing.

The whole is stuck between the imprecision of a clip and the deductible of a narrative characteristic. We don’t learn anything other than he is sorry for what he has done. It is not interesting, and he does not even recognize directly what he did or why he should be sorry. Jenna Ortega Singing her songs to him while speaking of their emotionally deep depth reflects the humility that comes with a deep appearance inside yourself, especially when you conceptualize, producing and playing in a film ultimately on you. In the end, you have the impression that nothing happened at all; No message has been done, no lesson has been learned and no valid points have been presented.

Look, I really appreciate The Weeknd’s Music, to the point where I know he is probably capable of something a little less generic than that. Hurry up tomorrow I just felt like a basic film on interior demons and the surrender of responsibility, but it is presented in such a lively and auto-duddy way that I could not get involved with what he was trying to say. Stylistic for sure, but there is nothing really below to hang on or remove. It was really like a vanity project designed to catapult The Weeknd At a higher level of artistic integrity, but it could not really make this necessary point towards vulnerability which does not give the impression that you are looking for sympathy.

Notation

The Abyss (Feat. Lana del Rey)

I am a little surprised that in the 4th anniversary, I do not think I had a Cola cocktail. And what Joy Cola’s cocktails have given us over the years. Whether you are a teenager trying your first glass (you have to say that I do not tolerate it) or that you are just looking for a lazy cocktail with 2 ingredients, the combination of soda and spirit has always been there for us. But let’s take this classic and build slightly by adding fresh and tangy juices and the surprisingly solid tequila association. The final product is very tasty, tangy and sweet, and it can be personalized with any cola you prefer. As this bears the name of a song featuring Lana del Ray, I decided to pepsi. If you know, you know.

INGREDIENTS

• 2oz de tequila
• 1/2oz Amaretto
• 1/2 oz lime juice
• 4 cherries
• Above: cola
• Garnish: cherries

INSTRUCTIONS

1. Add the lime juice and the cherries to a shaker and to confuse.
2. Add additional ingredients and shake with ice.
3. Double test in a rocky glass filled with ice.
4. Garnish with cola and garnish with cherry.