Bad Times at the El Royale: The movie can best be described as "imitation Tarantino", in that a Tarantino move would be steak and this flick would be a can of corned beef.
The plot is here.
The Atlantic calls it "inventive and indulgent". They got the second part right; somebody indulged the director when they greenlit this turd.
My recommendation: Save your money and the 3 hours of time (with previews) that you could put to good use by doing almost anything else. Even a nap would be a better use of your time. If I had a set of noise-canceling headphones with me, I'd have slept through it.
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Oh wow. It wasn't a comic book movie and I couldn't figure out genre just from the ads, so I was considering it. Now I'll probably, yeah, not.
eb, I don't know why anybody goes to the movies any more: the home movie experience eclipsed the theater experience long ago. Consider:
Nice big screen
Comfy chair
Pause button
Convenient bathroom
Food at grocery store prices
Drinks at liquor store prices
No loudmouths
Your feet don't stick to the floor
If I can't stand the movie I can turn my chair around and screw around on the computer without spoiling SWMBO's fun
I'm the only one present who has a gun
Who needs it?
I beg to disagree. I couldn't figure out for a millisecond where the plot was going to take me next. It was all great fun in a slightly-creepy, borderline scary, WTF's-going- on-here way. It was admittedly about 15 minutes too long, and not likely to provoke an evening of heavy-duty philosophical debate in America's undergraduate dormitories, but I found it a nice evening's entertainment.
What can I say? Some people like broccoli. For that matter, some people prefer Trump.
Yours crankily,
The New York Crank
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