Bad Times at the El Royale
I was hoping for something like a combination of Pulp Fiction and Free Fire.
Nope, what you get is a mess of a movie. This is what happens when the director lacks a clear vision of the kind of movie he wants to make, but tries to be overly clever. You wind up with neither coherence or cleverness, just a run time of two and a half hours that you'll feel every minute of.
Drive on by the El Royale and stay at the Motel 6, your money will be better spent.