You'll remember from the original (The Hotel), that Thom Southern plays a psychiatrist who is trying to help his "sexually delusional" patient, Michael Crawford. As with the original, the sex is steamy, the players are hot and the story line is so over-blown and bizarre as to prove distracting. Don't bother trying to follow along, just enjoy the sizzling, albeit disjointed, sexual interludes.
This time around, we open with a dreaming Southern flashing back to footage from the original. Soon he is joined in bed by Big Bird. Oh, wait, that's just Crawford wearing a large fur-trimmed bird beak mask. Regardless, they entwine for some serious romping. Apparently, the good doctor believes in a holistic approach in his therapy; one that involves deftly fucking his patient's ass. Seems to have the desired effect, though, as each orgasm explosively. Then Southern wakes to realize he was still dreaming.
Now in reality, Southern visits Crawford in the mental institution. We don't stay long, as we quickly segue to an unrelated pairing in a sauna. Since the actor's aren't identified with pictures, it's anybody's guess as to who's who. Blue eye shadow guy fucks the other guy. Actors identified with pictures might be a nice touch in future Thompson productions.
Southern and Crawford grace the screen again, as the loopy story line skitters hither and yon. Crawford brings Southern into his fantasy world at the touch of a hand. Then Crawford is left alone again, only to enjoy some sizzling sex with an "imaginary" plaything. This scene rocks, thanks in part to Crawford's lovely bottoming. His firm bottom is probed with various toys before taking on a serious fuck job.
Presently, Southern is brought to another dimension after a chance encounter with "The Mistress" (Alex Nixx). From here, things appear to have less to do with dimensions than dementia. The two speak in riddles, as do the others gathered in the basement of the imaginary hotel. Elsewhere, a threesome features one guy getting fucked with a champagne bottle while gobbling the other's tool. It's a hot scene, placed indifferently in the ongoing non-sequitur scheme of things.
As always, the closing element is a montage of outtakes of the cast and crew's foibles on the set. Once again, Mr. Rocky Horror Picture Show-wannabe (not identified individually) sings his breathtaking rendition of The Time Warp song. This is either meant to be director Thompson's signature sign-off or just a weird way to finish yet another weird movie. Polish up your grokking skills if you want to follow along on this one.
- Burny Edmonds