A comedy in nearly every sense, "The Rosebud Beach Hotel" is at odds with itself whether to be a goofy, screwball frolic (with surprisingly old-fashioned overtones) or a sniggering T&A fest à la "Private School". Colleen Camp inherits a fifth-rate hotel by the beach and hires second-hand help to run it, but does she know the bellhops are hookers? Fran Drescher has a riotous scene with a customer, and Cherie and Marie Currie provide a fine rock soundtrack as the maids-turned-singers (too bad they have no dialogue however). Eddie Deezen falls into the pool. Apart from all this, there are some nervous young ladies disrobed for the camera. The picture is so awkward it provides some unintentional laughs, but mostly it's a bore, and Camp's nervous-brand of insecure/in-command humor is just thrown away. * from ****
Review of The Rosebud Beach Hotel
The Rosebud Beach Hotel
(1984)
Full of tacky T&A interludes--but hey, it has Cherie and Marie Currie!
8 December 2002