Hostel is a 2005 horror film written and directed by Eli Roth. It stars Jay Hernandez, Derek Richardson, Eyþór Guðjónsson, and Barbara Nedeljáková. It was produced by Mike Fleiss, Roth, and Chris Briggs, and executive produced by Boaz Yakin, Scott Spiegel, and Quentin Tarantino. The film follows a group of American tourists, as they end up in Slovakia where they are eventually taken one-by-one by an organization that allows people to torture and kill others.
Two college students, Paxton Rodriguez and Josh Brooks, travel across Europe with their Icelandic friend Óli Eriksson. In the Netherlands, they visit an Amsterdam nightclub, followed by a brothel. Unable to get back into their hostel because of a curfew, they accept the offer of a man named Alexei to stay at his apartment. He convinces them that, instead of going to Barcelona, they should visit a hostel in Slovakia filled with beautiful women.
The three board a train to Slovakia, where they encounter a Dutch businessman, who touches Josh's leg. Josh yells at him, causing him to leave. Arriving in Slovakia, they find that their roommates in the hostel are two women, Natalya and Svetlana. The women invite them to a spa, and later to a disco. Josh has a run in with a gang of local criminal kids. The Dutch businessman intervenes to defend him. Josh apologizes for his reaction on the train.
Josh wakes up in a dungeon-like room, where the Dutch businessman begins maiming him with a drill, making holes in Josh's body, slicing his achilles tendons, then slitting his throat. Paxton wakes up in the disco and returns to the hostel, where he learns that he had supposedly checked out. He is greeted by two women who invite him to the spa. Suspicious, he locates Natalya and Svetlana; Natalya takes Paxton to an old factory, where he sees Josh's mutilated corpse being stitched together by the Dutch businessman. Two men drag Paxton down a hallway, passing by several rooms where other people are being tortured. Paxton is restrained and prepped to be tortured by a German client named Johann.
After the release of Cabin Fever (2002), Eli Roth was met with praise from several industry figures, including Quentin Tarantino, who placed the film in his 'Top 10' of the year and immediately reached out to Roth in hopes of working with him on a future project. Roth was offered many studio directing jobs, mostly in the form of horror remakes such as The Last House on the Left, The Fog, and a film in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise, among several others, but Tarantino advised him to turn down those offers to instead create an original horror story. While swimming in Tarantino's pool, Roth brainstormed an idea for a low-budget horror film based on a Thai "murder vacation" website he came across on the dark web.[4] Tarantino loved the idea and encouraged Roth to immediately start writing a draft that day, which later formed the basis for Hostel.[5]
The original music score was composed by Nathan Barr, who previously scored Cabin Fever, and commissioned The Prague FILMharmonic Orchestra to perform the score over a four-day period in October 2005. Also featured in the film's nightclub scene is the song, "Some Kinda Freak" by Mephisto Odyssey. The song featured the repeating hook, "everyone's some kinda freak...", an audio sample taken from the 1973 horror film Ganja & Hess directed by Bill Gunn and starring Duane Jones.[7]
The Guardian film critic Peter Bradshaw wrote that Hostel was "silly, crass and queasy. And not in a good way".[15] David Edelstein of New York Magazine was equally negative, deriding director Roth with creating the horror subgenre "torture porn", or "gorno", using excessive violence to excite audiences like a sexual act.[16] German film historian Florian Evers has pointed out the Holocaust imagery behind Hostel's horror iconography, connecting Roth's film to the Nazi exploitation genre.[17]
I'm currently staying in kind of a sketchy illegal airbnb /hostel in an attempt to save money while in Tokyo. I was on the fence about this place, having stayed 1 out of 3 nights so far. The owner of the hostel just came in at midnight to do some cleaning (which it deeeeesperately needs) He introduced himself and then asked if he could sleep in bed with me tonight. Suffice to say, I'm changing to another place tomorrow morning.
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"Stayed in a hostel in NZ once, I was on the top bunk and my friend was on the bottom. At about 4am, two of our dorm mates rolled in drunk and proceeded to try and have sex in the middle of an 8-bed dorm. There's nothing quite like listening to the drunken fumbling of a guy struggling to get it in. The best bit was when they eventually succeeded and starting doing it doggy style, leaning on my friend's bed, and him whispering up to me 'What do I do?!'
"My older brother and I were staying at this shitty hostel in Spain during our Europe road trip. While putting our clothes in the closet, my brother noticed something blocking one of the drawers. It was a plastic bag with THREE FUCKING PIG LEGS IN IT. Some psycho had apparently decided to cut off a pig's legs (and apparently just three of them) and put them in a goddamn plastic bag that he later put inside the drawer, still completely covered in blood.
"I was staying in a hostel in a beach town in Costa Rica. We were really tired the first night from traveling so I headed to bed early, I was on the top bunk and my best friend on the bottom. Just as I was starting to fall asleep I felt a kind of light smack on my face, I quickly turned on my cellphone light and found a massive cockroach in my bed. The cockroach had fallen on to MY FACE. Needless to say for the rest of the night I slept with my top sheet over my face and tucked in all around me."
"Once I was going to my favorite hostel in Thessaloniki (Greece). I woke up early, and as it was winter and snowing, I wanted to make myself a cup of coffee. I come to the kitchen and I see that someone has filled up a coffee mug with shit. Like someone just shit in a coffee mug and left it on the counter."
"I was staying in a hostel in Guatemala that had a pet cat. I befriended the cat early in that day and then left to go explore the city. When I got back later that night, I went back to my bunk and there were already a few people asleep so I didn't turn the light on. I got in my bed and I felt something under my covers, thinking it was the cat, I started petting it. I quickly realized it was a bit smaller than the cat so I shone my phone light on it. Turns out it was a huge dead rat that the cat had brought me. To make things worse the guy at the front desk didn't believe me and wouldn't come up to investigate..."
"In our all-girls hostel room in a town in Australia the dorm had a walk-in bathroom, so you could see the sinks from your bunk and just round the corner were the showers. There were a couple of strange girls staying in our room as well as a bunch of others. One evening, one of the strange girls got something big and purple out of her locker and announced she was going for a shower. About 5 minutes later there was uncontrollable moaning and heavy breathing coming from the showers, and at that moment me and my friend realised the thing she got from her locker must have been a fat vibrator.
"I was staying in a hostel in the centre of Barcelona, in a twelve-person dorm. On my second night I got woken up because two people decided to have sex in the room. Saddest thing: it didn't last more than five minutes and we all witnessed the girl's disappointment."
"I was staying one night in a hostel in Athens before meeting a friend on Crete. In the night, a girl vomited all over herself in her bed and didn't get up to clean herself. The entire room smelled of alcohol and vomit, and was impossible to sleep in."
"My first hostel experience was in Prague. I was already nervous because I had previously watched the movie 'Hostel' before I went abroad. So I walk into the room that I'm sharing with seven other people and immediately see a 12-inch blade on this dude's bed. I question if I want to even be in the city anymore but eventually I decide to just stick it out. Fast forward two days, I'm still alive, but it's 3am and I hear this rustling next to me. The man with the 12-inch blade is pulling cocaine out of his bag and starts snorting it on the table next to MY bed. dances around in our room all night high on cocaine and I'm just like 'When can I get out of here???'
"Me and five girlfriends were staying in a hostel in Amsterdam with three random British guys in the same room. I got the 'honor' of staying in a bunk bed with one of the random guys. It was the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep so I was trying to get comfortable in the upper bunk when this guy started screaming 'STOP IT STOP IT NOOOW'. I got so scared I didn't move at all for like two hours but I was wide awake. The next day I asked him about it and he couldn't remember a thing, but then all the other people in the room said that they saw him standing by the window. I couldn't see the window but I know he didn't get up out of bed... who was the mystery person in our room?"
But upon my return, the hostel has degenerated into a disco. Boys and girls are dancing, drinking, boozing, bawling, singing. A laptop is playing Arabic music so loud that the neighbors in Lebanon can hear it.
At 1:45 in the morning, I have had enough. Either I will put an end to the improvised Woodstock or I will at least use the sleep deprivation to write a review of the hostel. With these two goals in mind, I walk down into the kitchen again, notebook and pencil in hand. The kitchen is empty at the moment (everyone is in the disco room or outside). I pour myself a glass of Jaffa orange juice, sit down at the big dining table and start writing these lines.
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