Honeymoon Hotel (1964) There's only three reasons we endured this wheezing, creaky romantic farce filled with exhausted slapstick, unfunny gags and the usual prehistoric views of women and the horny men who pursue them.......
Reason #1: Nancy Kwan, the live wire firecracker Asian starlet with dancing skills fueled with nuclear energy.
Reason #2: Jill St. John, the meagerly talented but gorgeous redhead bombshell at the peak of her primary abilities.....which was to provide additional eye candy to assembly line Hollywood comedies.
Reason #3: Anne Helm, the under-ultilized, underappreciated ingenue who toiled throughout the 60's in countless TV episodes and the occasional movie in throwaway 'girlfriend' parts
The rest of the movie is barely worth mentioning.....it wastes the time and talents of the two fresh-from-Broadway stars Robert Goulet and Robert Morse, who are presented here as a pale carbon copy of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis.......
With Goulet as the smooth ladies man and Morse as his clownish, nebbish-y best friend, they spend their time either romancing or fleeing the three aforementioned beauties, depending on the dictates of the script, a claptrap burlesque skit stretched out to 90 tortuous minutes.
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And anyone as familiar with 1960's sex comedies as we are well knows.......there's no sex in sight for any of the characters in this movie, no matter how overheated they become and how many lame, tired double-entendre jokes get thrown against the wall in the hopes some of them will land.
1 star (*).....and that's only for welcome sight of Kwan, St.John, and Helm, along with a minute of so of Kwan executing a spirited burst of solo dancing.
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