Bad Times at the El Royale
Lightning does not strike
Twice in the same place for Drew
Goddard, director.
After an unanticipatedly hectic few movie-less weeks of transitioning from San Francisco back to home, it was a real joy to find myself in a movie theater last night. Except, Jesus Christ, I apparently forgot what it was like to see a movie with a bunch of Midwesterners. You would have thought we were in a matinee at a retirement home on a Tuesday afternoon the way these people were talking to each other and at the screen. But no, it was 10pm on a Saturday. And the movie sucked.
When I first saw the preview for “Bad Times at the El Royale,” I was definitely a little excited for it. And then when I found out that director Drew Goddard also helmed “The Cabin in the Woods,” I was a lot excited. If I ever made a list of my top 20 favorite movies of the past 20 years, Cabin would without a doubt be on it. I’m pretty sure I was so obsessed with it that I watched it twice in 24 hours after seeing it for the first time. I loved the way that it turned the horror genre on its head, how, like the “Scream” series (the first two would also be on said list), it finds a way to parody scary movies while also being pretty terrifying itself. So yes, I was expecting more of the same from Bad Times – a breath of fresh air to the thriller genre, plot twists on plot twists, maybe a little humor here and there. But as it turns out, the biggest plot twist of all is that there were no twists. Just a bad movie disguised as a good one.
Criticism-wise, I don’t even know where to begin. The characters are uninteresting, their backstories are unimportant and plot points feel loosely connected, if connected at all. I poop a lot more than the average person, but I never gave a single shit about any of these people and what would happen to them. I kept hoping for the movie to find its feet, but after about an hour and a half of me checking the time on my watch every 15 or so minutes, I knew it was never going to take off. By the time Chris Hemsworth’s weirdo cult leader shows up at the hotel, I was already checked out (winky face). If I was the type of person who walked out of movies, I would have walked out of this one. But to be fair, I shouldn’t be surprised – “Bad Times” is in the title – I just thought that only applied to the characters, not moviegoers as well. And if they had a bad time at the El Royale, I had a terrible one. I would not recommend a stay here to anyone.