A few years ago, pre-corona, I was away from home on what we then referred to as a business trip. That was this thing where people left their homes and offices to conduct their work in another location. I did it so often back then that I rarely got excited about it anymore. There were airports, security lines, shuttles and trams, rental cars, uber rides, hotels to check into and all sorts of other things that often left little time beyond work to explore much. And now I miss it terribly. I don't remember which trip I was on, where exactly I was, or what portion of the wait part of the hurry-up-and-wait cycle of air travel I was in when I began reading an article about L.A.'s most notorious hotel. I can't find the article anymore. Thanks to the documentary I'm reviewing, a Google search using the keywords I'm looking for yields literally a hay field. That's ok. Finding it isn't critical to this review.