Hurry Up Tomorrow (2025)

Early in Hurry Up Tomorrow, Abel Tesfaye’s voice gives out in the middle of a concert, and the movie never finds its own voice either. The Weeknd plays a version of himself: a superstar stuck in a breakup slump, pushed back onstage by his manager Lee (Barry Keoghan). After he walks off, a fan named Anima, played by Jenna Ortega, slips backstage and into his orbit. From there it’s mostly one hotel room and a lot of brooding about fame, like a 105-minute music video for an album that isn’t on screen. Ortega is the one live wire, with a face that says more than the script, and Keoghan commits hard to a thin part. Tesfaye’s lead performance, though, is all posture, and the film takes itself so seriously it forgets to have a pulse. A couple of dreamlike stretches do look striking. Critics gave it 14%. A 2.6 because it’s a mood board, not a movie. $59.29 says you queue up one of his old hits on the drive home just to remember why you liked him.

What works: Jenna Ortega brings real spark as Anima, and a few dreamlike sequences are genuinely striking to look at.

What doesn’t: There’s barely a plot, the tone is grim and humorless, and Tesfaye’s lead performance rings hollow.

Who it’s for: Die-hard Weeknd fans who want to see the album’s mood on a big screen.