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.
