A tiresome gimmick, on a weak story, with performances that run from unremarkable to dreadful.
A weirdly displaced coming-of-age story weighed down by its author insert protagonist.
The Lost Daughter, in its normalcy, feels as tense as a thriller because anything could happen, anytime. Watch it for the atmosphere, or the performances, or the story, but don’t let it pass you by.
Bad Times At The El Royale is beautifully produced and it doesn’t feel all that slow for how long it is, but more than anything it is a great cast and an intriguing concept that end up fizzling out.