Hotel Monplaisir

A characterless posh couple are entrusted with looking after a hotel by Christopher Lee, about whom it is painfully obvious that he filmed his scenes apart from all the lead actors in the movie.

Lee is introduced in a swordfight scene that comes out of nowhere. When it first came on I assumed it was an excerpt from another movie the characters were watching. Unfortunately, no. It was still this one.

There is one of those godawful, lengthy musical interludes where some third rate songwriters have churned out a dreadful parody of whatever dated type of music was big at the time - here it is hair metal. Later, the trick is repeated with a power ballad that isn't quite as bad, or as lengthy, as the tacky, soulless metal track.

The beautiful Fran Drescher shows up, apparently playing a prostitute. An example of the filmmakers' idiocy is the fact that she was not cast as the female lead. She is beautiful, charming, funny, brave - a born star. The lead actress is totally forgettable.

The hotel (apparently actually called the Fiesta Hotel? How did they stuff that up in the title?) is supposed to be inhabited by a bunch of kooky characters, including a creepy nerd who thinks he's from another planet, and a creepy army man who thinks he's at war.

The movie has a few inserts of topless women that seem to come out of nowhere. It's not a sex comedy or a dirty movie or whatever. Watch the "Carry On" films. At least they managed a bawdy, lewd tone where the flashes of nudity fit. This one is a lame brained comedy that some pornographer has sabotaged with a few seconds of smut.

There is apparently some kind of attempt to make Christopher Lee the villain of this story. But his scenes are so disjointed and poorly inserted into the movie that I never really understood what he was doing in it. Most of this movie, at least, makes very little sense. There is hardly any narrative, just a set-up.

The conclusion made no sense to me either.

Low-budget, low-brow comedy from Almi Pictures (and later Vestron Video) boasts Colleen Camp, Peter Scolari, Christopher Lee, and a very funny Fran Drescher in its lineup, but is otherwise a negligible effort (and with T&A asides to boot). Camp inherits a fifth-rate hotel by the ocean and hires second-hand help to run it, but does she know all the bellhops are hookers? "The Rosebud Beach Hotel" is at odds with itself whether to be a goofy frolic or a girl-peeping sex-fest à la "Private School". Apart from a few funny scenes, pretty tacky. For those who stick it out, there's a rock concert on the beach...and Eddie Deezen falls into the pool. * from ****

A memorable and yet forgettable film all at the same time. A lot of to be stars (as well as a couple of veterans) are thrown into this strange but poorly executed sex-comedy.

Even so there're a couple of laughs, but nothing really outstanding. Much of the lack of comedic punch can be attributed to a lack of coverage (as is typical with moderately budgeted studio films). Few, if any cutaways, poor sound, and reliance on basic camera angles; definitely a slam production.

Typical 80's sexploitation; has some interesting comedic conceptions, but it's market driven art. The DVD is a poor dupe of a second generation 3/4" tape; fuzzy image, poor sound, etc.

It brought a smirk to my face, but then again I saw the thing back when it came out. Otherwise give this one a pass.

Sometimes, you can't help but wonder...how did this movie get made? What poor saps put up the bucks? Did they read the script? Were they in a financial plight where they could make money by losing money? And while we're speaking of money, presumably enough of it was forthcoming to persuade a few professional performers -- like Christopher Lee, Fran Drescher and Coleen Camp -- to wander through the drivel. The plot centers on a pair of young lovers who inherit a Miami Beach hotel and hire a squad of bell hops -- all hookers -- to work there. Meanwhile, a nutcase is trying to blow up the premises with predictable slapstick results. The movie should get only a one out of ten but I'll throw in an extra point for some very attractive bare breasts.

This movie is so bad, and the cast, which includes some semi-big names, is so bad in it, you will spend most of the films running time (if you can manage to keep watching) wondering how any of these actors got work again. I can't imagine this ever had much of a theatrical release, and got its only exposure on late night 1980's cable TV, a fate the film certainly deserved. I know they have fans, so if your interested, Cherie & Marie Currie sing a couple of songs that I don't think are available anywhere else. If this wasn't so obscure, it would have to rank pretty high on the IMDb Bottom 100 list. Trust me, it's really that bad.