Hot Resort

An exceedingly underwhelming sex comedy, Hot Resort follows four friends, including Bronson Pinchot’s Brad and Daniel Schneider’s Chuck, as they land jobs at a posh Caribbean resort hotel and subsequently engage in a whole host of wacky, over-the-top shenanigans (and, of course, attempt to get laid). It’s a fairly workable setup that’s employed to persistently (and aggressively) lackluster effect by John Robins, as the filmmaker, working from a script written with Boaz Davidson and Norman Hudis, delivers a sluggish endeavor that contains few, if any, elements designed to capture and sustain the viewer’s interest – with the slapdash atmosphere heightened and perpetuated by a recurring emphasis on set-pieces of a distinctly (and hopelessly) unfunny nature. (It’s difficult, for example, to find much of value in the protagonists’ ongoing encounters with a snooty crew of stereotypical preppies.) And although some of the performances are admittedly affable enough, Pinchot is fairly charming here and Frank Gorshin, cast as a laid-back hotel guest, provides the film with its scant chuckles, Hot Resort‘s far-from-entertaining vibe paves the way for a rather interminable second half that climaxes with a thoroughly tedious and deeply unsatisfying finale – which ultimately does cement the picture’s place as an awful entry within a notoriously subpar genre.

* out of ****