"The El Royale is run-down hotel that sits on the border between California and Nevada. It soon becomes a seedy battleground when seven strangers -- a cleric, a soul singer, a traveling salesman, two sisters, the manager and the mysterious Billy Lee -- converge on a fateful night for one last shot at redemption before everything goes wrong."
I liked it.
After sleeping on it, I liked it more.
You could say it’s about faith in the service of others vs. faith in the service of the self.
One is beautiful, the other isn’t. One is a gift that helps and consoles and loves, while the other is manipulative, exploitive and deceitful.
We see both in Drew Godard's Bad Times at the El Royale.
There’s the undying faith we have in a sibling, the faith we have in our government institutions and leaders, faith in money, faith in higher ideals and more.
The film touches on this theme from multiple angels. Basic human decency, and the struggle of ordinary people, is pitted against preening narcissism.
It's got a Quentin Tarantino vibe, just softer, not as eccentric. It's also not bubbling over with pop culture quotables.
But the themes are deeper.