Avis Metacritic

Whether or not you've steeped in film noir lore, Hotel Noir still plays like an enjoyable little thriller.

The film's weakest link is Rufus Sewell's rumpled gumshoe, inarticulate and mumbling to the point of madness.

Gutierrez bathes in moodiness while remaining unconcerned with anything so pedestrian as dramatic cohesion.

You never lose the nagging sense that you're simply watching a high-school drama club's production of '40s fatalism chic.

To succeed as more than a study in artifice, a film - especially one steeped in fatalism - needs to feel real.

Not quite able to make up its mind whether it's a parody or homage, this tired exercise wastes both its gorgeous visuals and a first-rate cast.

It's hard to know whether Sebastian Gutierrez is imitating or satirizing the hard-boiled noirs of Hollywood's past, but either way it feels like a botched attempt.