Picks and Pans Review: Last Resort
There aren't many movies that are actually painful to watch. This is an excruciating exception. The credits list a director and two writers. That's hard to believe. It seems as if everyone is just winging it. The result is obnoxious mayhem, not outrageous mirth. Perhaps you can forgive the no-name actors, but Charles Grodin should have known better. In a plot plainly similar to the recent Club Paradise, Grodin plays a big-city salesman who leaves his job behind by taking his family to a tropical resort. There they are served TV dinners to go 'along with the egregious stage show put on by the sex-crazed counselors. Grodin pleads with his family to give the place, with its paper-thin walls and mud-spouting showers, a chance. Grodin's wife, played by Robin (TV's The White Shadow) Pearson Rose, loosens up only after she starts getting high. Armed guards are everywhere because guerrillas lurking in the hills want to overthrow the club. Whatever for is anybody's guess. Never has a movie had a more appropriate title. (R)
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