After his performance in The Idol was destroyed, you'd think Abel Tesfaye would try to evolve; however, judging by the ego-fueled vanity project that he co-wrote, Hurry Up Tomorrow, he learned nothing. He's just awful, especially against Jenna Ortega, who's actually quite good. His performance aside, Tesfaye's narcissistic fingerprints are all over this, playing with psychedelic imagery and genre turns that feel purposeless and at odds with director Trey Edward Shults' previous use of those techniques. It feels like it exists mostly to sell an album, but also to fuel a self-image hidden by phony self-reflection. It's simply terrible.