Chances are, this wonโt be the first review of HBOโs The Idol that youโve encountered online. But hopefully, itโll be the last.
Public opinion on HBOโs The Idol has swung wildly back and forth ever since it was first announced.
The initial excitement surrounding an X-rated drama about fame co-created by Sam Levinson (Euphoria), The Weeknd (real name: Abel Tesfaye), and the latterโs creative partner Reza Fahim alongside indie powerhouse A24 morphed to become something else entirely in the face of โcontroversy.โ
Whether the production was actually as toxic and problematic as Rolling Stoneโs damning expose claims is a discussion for another time. But what we will say is that this added element of โedginessโ only served to attract an entirely new level of attention that wouldโve caused the most morally ambiguous marketers to begin salivating.
Soon, there were two camps: those who had written it off as nothing more than โtorture pornโ and a โrape fantasyโ with little substance/legitimate entertainment value โ including the critics who uniformly panned it at the 76th Cannes Film Festival โ and those who were convinced the outrage was a reactionary fabrication.
After last nightโs premiere, we know that both schools of thought about HBOโs The Idol are partially true. Itโs one big nothing burger. In fact, the most controversial thing about this high-production value exercise in cheap sex politics is how much time the world wasted caring, despite it being soโฆ boring.
In its debut episode (โPop Tarts & Rat Talesโ), The Idol introduces us to pop heroine Jocelyn (Lily-Rose Depp), a product of the music industry who has apparently endured Britney Spears-level trials and tribulations, on a mission to reclaim her title as Americaโs sexiest pop star.
Jocelynโs comeback is soon met with a highly-specific and rather gratuitous obstacle. Unbeknownst to her, someone has leaked a selfie of her with semen on her face. A โcumback,โ if you will. And to make matters just a little worse, this all goes down as Vanity Fair writer Talia (Hari Nef) embeds herself within Jocelynโs camp for what we assume will be an unflattering profile story.
While her team scrambles to action stations in an attempt to control the narrative and save whatโs left of her reputation, Jocelyn hits a nightclub to let her hair down after a full day of racy photoshoots, racier dance choreography, and the usual dose of media scrutiny.
There, she meets the enigmatic nightclub owner/self-help guru/cult leader Tedros (Abel Tesfaye), and the complex romance which is supposed to serve as the very foundation of this entire affair kicks off in a decidedly bland fashion.
OK, letโs start with what the episode did right.
The cinematography, for one, is to be commended. Accomplished by Marcell Rรฉv and Arseni Khachaturan, similar to Levinsonโs award-winning Euphoria, itโs one of the few shows out there genuinely trying to shake things up. Distinctly analogue and wonderfully atmospheric, at times, it almost felt like a semi-decent visual homage to the collected works of legendary auteur Wong Kar-Wai.
Weโd also be lying if we said we werenโt enticed by the onscreen talent featured. Aside from Depp, Tesfaye, and Nef, the blend of real-life music industry heavyweights (i.e. Australiaโs own Troye Sivan, Blackpinkโs Jennie) and certified thespians (i.e. Jane Adams, Hank Azaria, Eli Roth, Dan Levy) are often the sole elements provoking any kind of curiosity about what happens next.
As for everything else, wellโฆ you will have probably deduced where we stand. The writing is aimless, meandering between painfully modern dialogue and showbiz cliches. The direction is insipid, with every cut bringing you to question why that was the choice they went with after not-so-careful deliberation.
And the acting; letโs just say the only thing more ironic than the scene wherein Hank Azariaโs Chaim locks the photoshoot intimacy coordinator in a bathroom is the scene wherein The Weekndโs Tedros tells Lily-Rose Deppโs Jocelyn, โI donโt believe you.โ The latter two were, in a phrase, unbelievably wooden.
For the sake of all the effort involved โ they essentially had to make the series twice due to a massive creative overhaul โ weโll give The Idol the benefit of another episode. After all, thatโs pretty much my goddamn job. Anybody with more pressing commitments like a career, family, or literally anything else better to do, however, can probably give this one a miss.
HBOโs The Idol is now streaming on Binge, Foxtel, and Foxtel GO here in Australia.
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