Excerpt: [Godard’s] assembled a strong cast where the lesser known actors make the strongest impressions, but his screenplay leans too heavily on coincidence, multiple nefarious back stories converging in a free-for-all climax.
Excerpt: Yes, it’s super indulgent, too knowingly clever, and it’s full of digressions, but it knows how to keep things fun and engaging, even at its darkest moments. Drew Goddard cements himself as a force to be reckoned with.
Excerpt: A self-indulgent, faux-woke mashup of noir crime, black comedy, and Tarantino-esque ultraviolence. Some great performances, including a spectacular feature debut from Cynthia Erivo; shame they’re so wasted.
Excerpt: Far too long, far too slow, and not nearly as engaging or clever as it wants to be, Bad Times as the El Royale fails. It’s admittedly an intriguing failure, and an ambitious one to boot—there’s obviously quite a bit to talk about—but in the end, it’s a misaimed slog I didn’t enjoy watching.
Excerpt: Goddard is lucky the period aesthetic and caricatured figures are enough to win us over because the two-dimensional anti-whodunit at its core is lacking. It’s style over substance, but the ratio still works.
Excerpt: It’s unfortunate that Bad Times at the El Royale feels like we’re just waiting in the lobby following an exciting first hour that keeps us traveling down a lost highway, but the film is still colorful enough to warrant checking in.