REVIEW

Bad Times at the El Royale

Or (The Hateful Hotel)

PUBLISHED 30.10.2018

Ankit Ojha

PLOT

Four strangers end up in the El Royale, a now dubious hotel on the California-Nevada border. Each one of them is hiding behind an appearance that protects their own dangerous demons, ready to burst open and destroy everything around them.

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Gorgeous experiment in both decadent style and existential thought. Worth it.

Directed by Drew Goddard in his sophomore directorial effort since the 2012 horror-comedy The Cabin in the Woods, Bad Times at the El Royale is all about the subtext. Each character the film introduces to you is easy to judge, based on their appearance. Look past the façade, however, and you’ll see another side—dark as hell, struggling with past trauma and misdemeanors, and begging for redemption. Not surprisingly, the film is quite like the characters its world houses. Goddard constructs a universe that’s at once borrowed and wholly original.

It’s almost like Christopher Nolan and Martin Scorcese doped up on Agatha Christie and Alfred Hitchcock’s contained storytelling before picking up Quentin Tarantino’s The Hateful Eight to remix.

Juggling between genre-exploration and genre-pastiche, the writer-director’s latest only furthers how fascinated he is with both structure and its subversion. Like with The Cabin in the Woods, he picks up a genre that’s lost its shine and shakes it up with some much-needed verve and insight. Much of this is possible due primarily to Seamus McGarvey’s (Nocturnal Animals, 2016) incredible cinematography that’s both stylised and visually lyrical. Paired with Michael Giacchino’s (Speed Racer, 2008) terrific score, it’s an audiovisual blast of sorts.

But that’s not all; there’s a lot of brilliant character-work to find here. Bad Times at the El Royale boasts razor-sharp focus in its effort to establish every person living in the film’s world, and the non-linear structure surprisingly helps its case. It’s almost like Christopher Nolan and Martin Scorcese doped up on Agatha Christie and Alfred Hitchcock’s contained storytelling before picking up Quentin Tarantino’s The Hateful Eight to remix. Whether or not it clicks with you depends—much like Paul Feig’s A Simple Favor—on what you’re looking for in the movie, really.

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The Endless Ablands

Chris Hemsworth stars in Drew Goddard's Bad Times at the El Royale, a 20th Century Fox, Goddard Textiles, and TSG Entertainment release.

Allow me to elaborate: the film has a dramatic buildup to the big reveal, and the big reveal is… well, without saying much, let’s just say it’s more intangible than tangible, and it’s really spectacular when it works for you (it did for me). If it doesn’t, the time you spent in your pursuit of the whys that surround the movie will feel pointless. The whys don’t matter here though; they never really did, right from the film’s opening scene. It’s not surprising, consequently, if a lot of viewers might find the narrative structure both contrived and convoluted (not to mention overlong).

[Cynthia] Erivo and [Dakota] Johnson shine as people carrying emotional baggage throughout their lives.

Yet, with a cast as dazzlingly talented as Jeff Bridges (“Hell or High Water,” 2016), Dakota Johnson (“A Bigger Splash,” 2016), Cynthia Erivo (“Widows,” 2018), Jon Hamm (“Marjorie Prime,” 2017), Chris Hemsworth (“Thor: Ragnarok,” 2017), and his abs (also in “Thor: Ragnarok”), among others, there’s still a lot to admire. Erivo and Johnson shine as people carrying emotional baggage throughout their lives. That Erivo’s also a hauntingly talented singer works to the film’s benefit in one of the film’s most spectacular one-take scenes; one that needs to be seen to be believed.

At the end of the day, Bad Times at the El Royale is the kind of film you’ll either find absolutely groovy or despise till the end of time. Drew Goddard’s second film as a director in six years is, unmistakably, his own. Exploring the structure of film noir while also adding a whole lot of vigor in its telling, Goddard strikes gold as a writer-director of a movie that’s equally an exquisite cinematic mood-piece and an astonishing exploration of pain, anger, and existential nihilism that plagues the world. We’re all going to die one day; we might as well cross lines and annihilate borders while we’re at it.


Bad Times at the El Royale will probably polarize viewers into two kinds: those who’ll find its exercise to achieve stylistic decadence remarkably accomplished, and those who end up inferring the narrative to be pointless and (consequently) a frustrating waste of a hundred and forty-two minutes of their lives. Be as that may, you can’t take away what an intricately thought-through narrative it boasts; one that ends up balancing technique with commendable character arcs that actually hold some heft down the road. Definitely worth the price of your ticket.

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Ambivert. Intermittent cynic. Content creator. New media enthusiast. Binge-watcher. Budding filmmaker.

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Ambivert. Intermittent cynic. Content creator. New media enthusiast. Binge-watcher. Budding filmmaker.

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Ambivert. Intermittent cynic. Content creator. New media enthusiast. Binge-watcher. Budding filmmaker.

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