Bad Times at the El Royale Movie Review
Drew Goddard, who wrote the screenplays for "Cloverfield" and "The Martian" and wrote and directed "The Cabin in the Woods," is a very clever filmmaker. His new picture, the second feature he's both written and directed, is called "Bad Times at the El Royale," and it'due south an unfortunately apt sit-in of what can befall a clever filmmaker who gets too clever.
The flick opens with a teasing set piece that's well executed and promising. A shot of a room in a relatively upscale motor hotel. A man in a trenchcoat with a bloodied arm enters, conveying duffel bags. In a series of jump-cut shots all from the same camera position we meet the man move all the furniture to one end of the room, roll upwardly the carpet, pull upwards the floorboards, leave the duffel bag under the floor, put the room back together once more, and expect. Some other man get in and kills the poor beau who buried the bag. Apparently this fellow is unaware of what the now dead guy has been upward to. A championship card says "Ten Years Later" and information technology's a sunny day and we know that any's in that duffel pocketbook is still under the flooring at what we now know to be the El Royale.
A novel feature of the place is discussed by the get-go two characters nosotros meet, Jeff Bridges' Father Daniel Flynn and Cynthia Erivo'south Darlene Sweet. The lodging is built on top of the border between Nevada and California, and the hotel rooms are specially styled for each side. The Nevada side is the one with a casino, although the license for this i has expired. The place has seen better days. As borne out by the fact that once Darlene and Daniel go inside to check in, they're met by an obnoxiously garrulous apparatus salesman named Laramie who's been cooling his heels in the vestibule while no staff members manifest themselves.
Played by an enjoyably unctuous Jon Hamm, Laramie gives a spiel—drenched in a very inauthentic Biloxi accent—until Darlene's sharp knock on an employees-only door rouses the somnolent attendant Miles (Lewis Pullman) who flies into an odd panic when he sees a priest trying to bank check in. The question of why, and other questions, go by the wayside, drowned out past a loud automobile pulling into the lodge's lot, motored by a very bearish Dakota Johnson, who signs the log book with a two-give-and-take epithet.
A idiot box prune of Richard Nixon explaining the nature of guerilla warfare and why a conventional "armistice" might non practise the flim-flam in Vietnam fixes the motion-picture show'due south time period in 1970 or then. But that's the only thing nosotros can exist sure of once the clients have checked in and entered their rooms. Hamm's grapheme makes a telephone telephone call, during which he drops the emphasis—and starts plucking out various listening devices from the phone he'due south speaking on. Darlene hangs blankets on her walls, puts a metronome on a mantlepiece, and begins singing. Johnson's character takes an unconscious and spring-upward woman out of her trunk and sits her in a chair in her room. And Father Daniel moves the furniture to ane side of his room, rolls up the carpet, and starts pulling up the floorboards.
"Bad Times at the El Royale" has a lot of plot. Almost enough to support its 140-minute running fourth dimension. But once the threads are more than or less pulled together, the movie devolves into a bloody, drawn-out standoff plot in which a preening villain struts around being appalling while the camera eats up his every move. This elicits the disapprobation of Darlene, who takes a look at what'due south going on and pronounces to said villain, who'southward trying to get her to bet her life on a spin of a roulette bike: "I'thousand just tired. I'thousand just bored of men like yous." At this indicate I wrote in my notes: "Yeah me too."
Goddard seems under the impression that this form of auto-critique gives the film's sadism some kind of pass. Simply he'due south wrong. And that is what's called being too clever for your ain good. That and naming your character "Darlene Sweet" and including a flashback that puts her at the mercy of a imitation-Phil Spector character.
Glenn Kenny
Glenn Kenny was the chief film critic of Premiere mag for nigh half of its beingness. He has written for a host of other publications and resides in Brooklyn. Read his answers to our Movie Dearest Questionnaire here.
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Bad Times at the El Royale (2018)
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