Trashy softcore smut, for some reason the people in this movie seem not to think about the fact they could just have the motel director arrested for recording them just as easily as he could get them in trouble for their sex life. The music and some of the performers are kind of fun, but this is strictly an "on in the background" sort of film for me.

The voice over narration with no live sound really killed this movie. It didn't have to be this bad, but yet, here it is.

This movie had a lot going for it, and it fails so gloriously that its entertaining for the cringe factor alone.
What is Ewan Macgregor's character doing? Stalking as a career? He is the most bumbling oaf of a super spy I've seen in a movie in recent memory.

I didn't hate this movie probably because I just really like a) Catholic iconography in horror, b) Angela Bettis in anything, c) creepy Rufus Sewell. Much of this is bonkers ridiculous, and yes, the effects are silly, but it was still entertaining to me.