The Idol Episode 1 is a gorgeous, frustrating mess. It has the ingredients of a great satire about fame and abuse, but it keeps pausing to admire its own reflection. Depp deserves a better show. Levinson deserves a co-writer who isn’t afraid to say “no.” And Tedros? He needs to be less mysterious and more interesting —fast. Otherwise, this idol might topple under its own weight.
Depp is ferociously committed. Jocelyn’s arousal seems to stem from being treated not like a pop star, but like a broken thing worthy of repair. The camera lingers on her face—tears, ecstasy, confusion—all at once. the idol 1
Tedros is introduced in slow motion, licking a salt-rimmed glass, wearing a leather vest with nothing underneath. The Weeknd’s performance is… a choice. He speaks in a breathy, arrhythmic murmur, every line a non sequitur. “Your spirit is a 1998 Toyota Camry with a broken radio,” he tells Jocelyn. “I want to fix the antenna.” The Idol Episode 1 is a gorgeous, frustrating mess