Drew Goddard’s Bad Times at the El Royale is a puzzling maze of intuitive, mind-windling schemes that estates back to the golden ages of the “Agatha Christie” strain of mystery enigmas. It’s a film that delicately takes its time to explore the fundaments of the legion of piling scenarios which conclusively—for the most part—always acquired a tasteful aura of enchantment. What enhances Goddard’s thriller to its most brimming bars, however, are the intrinsic performances, chiefly from Bridges and Hemsworth. A gratuitous third act, as well, benefited the charisma of the film’s global outcome. (Verdict: B+)
This is the first time that I’ve doubtlessly despised—in a positive manner—one of Chris Hemsworth’s characters. Furthermore, I never could’ve predicted that a role of his would genuinely repulse me. Props to him though for embodying this vile individual!