Between 1956 and 1964, when I left home for college, I averaged a movie a week. At that time, Middletown, Ohio, had three movie theaters - at some point, the Strand, where I saw Ben-Hur, folded, got refurbished as the Studio, and opened with Shirley MacLaine's What a Way to Go! - and there was usually something playing at one of them that might be suitable for my brother Macbeth and me. Occasionally my mother vetoed something; I remember three Gigi, On the Beach, Baby Doll - but her mothering was so passive/aggressive that a lot of things got past her.
At school, my movie going went to hell, and I probably saw an average of maybe three to five movies between September and June and catching up at the drive-in during the summer. After I finished school, I was mostly involved in community theater and community symphony, so I missed a lot of movies and TV programs.
All this is a prelude to why I never saw Hotel; I think I would have loved it.