You Think YOU had bad times?

Now listen up and listen good — I don’t like to repeat myself.

I like film-noir, see … I can get lost in the action when the tough guys start slinging the lead and the cars come squealing around corners.

There ain’t many to live up to the great Bogart or Cagney or that crazy Mitchum macho. But every once in a while, a new style update makes it worth going back to the movies to see what’s going to happen next.

Like that current movie, “Bad Times at the El Royale.” It’s really got the goods. A seedy motel outside of Reno, a shady travelling salesman, a daffy old guy who claims to be a priest — but we know better. The nightclub floozie and the runaway girl — they all get together at the motel, and you know it ain’t gonna be a happy ending.

The director lifted some good ideas from Tarrantino, and the pacing is as tight and tense as “The Maltese Falcon” 80 years ago. Bullets and fistfights? Present and accounted for. Lots of evil and maybe, just maybe, no good guys at all.

Jeff Bridges as the off-kilter priest and Cynthia Erivo as the nightclub singer carry the movie along. The big surprise is Lewis Pullman as the creepiest desk clerk since Dennis Weaver in “A Touch Of Evil.” And when Chris Hemsworth — Thor Himself — drops the hammer, he sure ain’t gonna save the day.

You haven’t seen it yet? There are other ways to waste your time. But if you haven’t had a tension headache and if your blood pressure isn’t abnormally high, this might be the ticket to buy.