Alex loosened his belt two notches but the action failed to ease his discomfort. Undoing his trouser top button, he felt his stomach sag forwards. He hadn’t visited the gym in 6 months: It was one more reason for him to hate himself. Alex was sitting in the King’s Metro bar, supposedly one of Toronto’s
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There is much to be said for watching a film that revels in tense unpredictability. Far too often movies fall into the realm of the foreseeable. You know how it will end from the moment it begins [or a little longer into the film, but not by much]. Thankfully, Bad Times at the El Royale