Alex Sirimarco

It started off promising but morphed into this laughably theatrical, highly-produced porno that takes itself way more seriously than is merited by the character development, or lack thereof. In part, it’s cheesy, self-indulgent (in a bad way), and glorifying what it should be commenting on. It tries so hard to be edgy without actually exploring new territory, and there was so much potential for psychological exploration, to venture into the parts of this motif not yet told, that were just left on the table in place of cheap “choke on my cock” tricks. The amount of attention paid to style over substance is embarrassing, with so little developed in the most interesting part of the story—the inner world of this seemingly perfect and yet utterly broken starlet and the other dazzlingly wilted devotees. Lily Rose Depp was one element I took away having newfound respect for—I’ve never seen her in anything, and found her to be a surprisingly good actress. She had me from the opening scene of the series. Da’vine was also incredible, as she’s been in everything else I’ve seen her in. She added some much needed heart and levity in what otherwise veered into overwrought, trite territory. The Weekend was comically, flatly cringe. But color me shocked this wasn’t renewed. I can’t imagine spending so much money to say so little. You can make good porn for far less money.