I already did a review for Horror Hotel, but we feel the need to revisit it and say that never has a film needed Solomon Kane to step in and fix all the crap as much as this one. With a large sword, and no tolerance for the whining and cringing of the leads. He'd be completely bored with the lame-o evil guys, though- he's faced Cosmic Horror without flinching, and a repurposed Wild West set full of mopey middle-aged immortals aren't going to give him much exercise.