Sorry Baby x

God forbid a popstar has a little throat scratch, that sends him into true crisis no men has ever braved before. This is effectively a silent film that relies on “show don’t tell” in a way that leaves a lot to interpretation and my most charitable take is The Weekend really just wants to see himself, and hear himself sing cringe a Capella (wish i was kidding but that happened more than once). His encounter w a serial arsonist who has no chill made zero sense for it to create the amount of tension for it to be a thriller so this was just a long music video that for whatever reason i got looped into (the reason was Barry Keoghan who was criminally underutilised, since he’s the one w true talent)