A door remains ajar with some light coming through. Then, it slowly opens itself, leading to a stairwell with a piano at the end of the room.
Sitting at the long table, The Weeknd is tied up in a chair with duct tape around his wrists. The burglar snaps his black leather gloves and gets out of the chair. He gasps, wrestling to break free from the duct tape around his ankles. The burglar puts a plastic bag on his head and suffocates him.
After he has passed, the burglar straightens his black leather jacket and walks down the hallway. He takes off his mask and it’s the Weekend, with his hair cut. He passes by a painting of Daft Punk, a picture of his first album and the plaques he earned. Erected on the wall, is hot pink cross. He takes it out and then drags it on the floor.
He reaches the trophy shelf and uses the pink cross to destroy the awards. He sits on the bed, the cross still beside him.
He opens a walk-in closet filled with clothes. He smashes the plaques hanging on the wall. He pulls out a lighter and then throws it behind him, setting the clothes on fire. He takes the cross the chandelier.
With his hands in his pockets, he walks back to the bedroom where a cat waits for him, wagging its tail. He follows the cat to the parking garage and into a sports car.
At night, he drives around the city, the cat beside him has transformed into a panther. The cross remains where he left it.
The Weeknd destroys his old self. He wants no part of it. It may have made him famous but he is no longer that person. Fame has forced him to deal things with a different way and he has to let go.
Now, there is pressure to top himself and create hit after hit. He has to find a way to counter the backlash, which will happen eventually. He has to deal with older fans who dislike the change.
To be fair, The Weekend maintains his self-destructive streak by murdering himself. His naked turmoil that full is of self-loathing and need for a constant change is what makes him interesting. There seems to be much more bubbling underneath than he is revealing. It’s a smart move. He’s growing with his image but not abandoning it completely.
Director: Grant Singer Year: 2016