Bad Times at the El Royale is a cleverly constructed crime yarn about a group of strangers faced with crossing the line between right and wrong. And there is a literal line running through the story’s seedy setting, a ghost town of a resort on the Nevada-California border that’s faded since its swingin’ Rat Pack-era heyday.
One character is merely staying there because it’s cheaper than staying in Reno proper, another is on the run, and two more are looking for something hidden on the hotel’s grounds. None of the guests know what really happens inside the El Royale and none of them are looking for absolution — that’s the goal of a different character — although events just might end up offering it to some of them. Choices define people, actions trigger consequences, and even a bad person might be capable of doing something good. But there can be a heavy price to pay for doing the right thing.
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One character is merely staying there because it’s cheaper than staying in Reno proper, another is on the run, and two more are looking for something hidden on the hotel’s grounds. None of the guests know what really happens inside the El Royale and none of them are looking for absolution — that’s the goal of a different character — although events just might end up offering it to some of them. Choices define people, actions trigger consequences, and even a bad person might be capable of doing something good. But there can be a heavy price to pay for doing the right thing.
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