When it comes to movies out now, one title is already making headlines for all the wrong reasons—Hurry Up Tomorrow, the latest cinematic experiment from The Weekend, co-starring Jenna Ortega. If you thought The Idol was the lowest point in The Weekend’s acting career, prepare yourself: this film somehow manages to plunge even deeper.

With a 0% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, it’s not just a flop—it’s a cinematic catastrophe that feels more like an overproduced vanity project than a real movie. The film’s attempt at arthouse seriousness is both painfully pretentious and utterly ineffective, turning every scene into a drag rather than a drama. Worse still, it’s so disjointed and laughably self-indulgent, it’s hard to believe it ever made it to theaters.

The Most Unwatchable of Movies Out Now

From its bizarre opening—The Weekend blowing raspberries into a mirror for three uninterrupted minutes—it’s clear Hurry Up Tomorrow has no idea what it wants to be. Part concert promo, part half-baked psychological horror, and part music therapy session, the movie fails spectacularly on every front.

Its cinematography attempts to be quirky and experimental, but the execution is just nauseating. The filmmakers’ go-to trick? A repetitive 360-degree camera spin that serves no purpose other than to disorient viewers. It’s overused to the point of parody, appearing more than a dozen times in the first hour alone.

Jenna Ortega, playing a mysterious and clearly unstable fan (we think her name might be Annie?), is the film’s emotional anchor—but her character’s motivations are so underwritten that it’s hard to care. From arson in the opening act to a strange romantic entanglement with The Weekend, her arc feels like a string of disconnected shock moments meant to evoke emotion without context.

More Concert Than Cinema

At its core, the film feels like a glorified concert video. Several scenes consist of The Weekend performing full-length tracks in their entirety—often back-to-back. If you’re a fan of his music, you might enjoy those moments. But if you came to see a movie, you’re out of luck.

The music may be heartfelt, but in the context of a film, it feels indulgent. In one painfully long scene, he plays an entire unreleased song about his father’s abandonment while Ortega’s character cries in sync. The dialogue? Nonexistent. The pacing? Glacial.

Emotionally Flat and Unintentionally Hilarious

It seems like The Weekend made this film to prove he can cry on command, as nearly every scene features him tearing up. Even during light-hearted moments like a first date at an arcade, he’s crying in the car. The tonal dissonance is staggering.

Perhaps the film’s most unintentionally viral moment comes when The Weekend delivers a flat, emotionless outburst: “Shut the f*** up, God. Oh my God, shut the f*** up.” It’s meant to be a climactic emotional turning point but lands like a bad first take they forgot to reshoot. It’s already spreading online as meme fodder, which tells you everything you need to know.

It Tries Horror. It Fails Again.

In a baffling late-act shift, the movie leans into horror. After Ortega’s character knocks The Weekend unconscious and ties him to a bed, he enters a hellish hallucination filled with dim corridors, jump scares, and symbolic fire imagery. There’s a crouching woman. There’s a child by a flame. It’s all painfully vague and metaphor-heavy without any real meaning.

Symbolism can be powerful when earned. Here, it’s just nonsense. Critics speculate the film is a metaphor for emotional vulnerability, fame, or the burdens of artistry—but whatever message it aimed for is lost in its own chaos.

Hurry Up Tomorrow isn’t just a bad film—it’s one of the worst movies out now. It’s hard to imagine who this film is really for, aside from diehard fans of The Weekend who will likely defend it no matter what. For everyone else, it’s a cautionary tale of what happens when self-indulgence goes unchecked.