(Ed. Note: This review originally ran a couple of weeks ago when it was screened at Fantastic Fest in Austin. We’re republishing it today, Friday, October 12, because it opens nationwide today.)
In his second film as a director, Drew Goddard from Cabin In The Woods has managed to harness the energy of one of those slowed-down dramatic covers used to set the mood in countless movie trailers, creating essentially the platonic ideal of the dramatic cover, set to cinema. It’s a tour de force of tastefulness.
You know the mood I’m talking about: a half-speed, dramatic version of a song you know, or kind of know, used to create this sense of eerie deja vu, familiarity mixed with foreboding and a dash of foreshadowing (at least, at its best, I’m not talking about the countless failed attempts at same, such as the pirate children singing “Smells Like Teen Spirit” in Pan).
There was “Mad World” in Donnie Darko, and “Creep” in The Social Network, but if anything, Bad Times At The El Royale harkens back to an even earlier example, Striking Distance, from 1993, which used “Little Red Riding Hood” as the serial killer’s musical cue. That idea, of an old foot-tapper echoing through tinny speakers (see also “Hurdy Gurdy Man” in Zodiac), pervades Bad Times At The El Royale, a neo-noir set at an old hotel on the outskirts of Reno to the tune of sixties doo-wop. It’s very much a mood movie, and mood movies, to some extent, either work on you or they don’t. For me, it was almost more impressive as a virtuoso performance by Goddard than as a work of storytelling.
The plot, laid out with Hitchcockian simplicity, concerns the four new arrivals to a big empty hotel straddling the California-Nevada state line: Laramie Seymour Sullivan, a loud-mouthed vacuum cleaner salesman played with Foghorn Leghorn-like aplomb by Jon Hamm; Darlene Sweet, a lounge performer played by Cynthia Erivo, who spends so much of the film singing (beautifully); Father Daniel Flynn, played by Jeff Bridges, who at 68 still has an incredible head of hair; and a surly hippie chick played by Dakota Johnson who signs the guest book simply, “Fuck You” (later we learn that her name is Emily).