Noting how the scene between Rachel Ryan (exceptionally pretty here as a hotel recreation director who recreates the guests) and Marc Wallice is shot with both of them supposedly trapped in an "elevator," you understand the meaning of the word "resourcefulness." BUt when you have five of the best looking babes in the business who for the most part are shot flat out on their backs looking like pie crust, there's another word I'm searching for. It's called, frustration. Hotel Paradise has a terrific cast, okay dialogue, nice scenery and ten sets of legs sticking in the air like TV antennae. This slap happy sex farce needs happier campers.