This is a complete satirical rip off of Surrender Cinema's Hotel Exotica which was a very serious picture about an enchanted hotel haunted by swinging erotic spirits that save a lawyer's troubled marriage. I guess my favorites were Mary Carey and Sophia Bella. The pacing slows a bit while some guests vanish into pictures of which we never know the aftermath of. It rates among director Ray's better works like Bikini Airways. Two partners in a software firm want to steal the search engine and get promoted. When their host has plans at their hotel which seem to make escape difficult, one escapes and the other has a perfect foil to send him and his thieving bellboy to a surprising fate. Of course, it's filler for the nasty parts and Carey seems to have implanted herself with a larger than 36 DD measurement mentioned on her bio. If only she were a continuing character to the end. No one explained what "Atomic" means in the name.

. . . you can suffer through ATOMIC HOTEL EROTICA. It's all here--the Cruciatus Curse, the developing solution potion, the Gemino Curse, the Polyjuice Potion, the Imperius Curse; one could go on and on. Think of ATOMIC HOTEL EROTICA as some Fanboy's attempt to show what happens WHEN POTTER GOES WILD, with all the "graphic" parts cut out and replaced by nonsensical references and allusions to the World of Metaphysics. It seems that some seventh generation bozo is "collecting souls" for his Own Private Idaho. (He's only two spirits short of completion, but inexplicably invites a half dozen potential victims, since no one can find his "resort" without a magically engraved invitation.) All he needs is some DNA from both members of a couple to rub on his wizard's camera lens while snapping their picture. Then PRES-TO CHANGE-O, the unhappy campers are forever imprisoned in 8 X 10 photos framed and hung on this Killer Klown's Wall of Shame. (To what end the viewer is never informed.) The sad people in the photos lurch around like zombies, except when they're not. ATOMIC HOTEL EROTICA is sort of like the inn made famous by the Eagles: You can check out any time you want, but you can never leave. Especially during the end credits, which crawl by so slowly that you can literally write down every word--long-hand!

Dean McKendrick has followed in the footsteps of Fred Olen Ray, directing his share of sex comedies closely resembling his mentor with the likes of Atomic Hotel Erotica. Besides Frankie Cullen (who shows up in practically everything sex comedy), Mary Carey is the only face that might be recognizable when compared to the girls you would normally see involved in films directed by Olen Ray or Wynorski. Her famous pillowcases just look absurdly unreal. She's a call girl following a rich cowboy (Eric Masterson) to an "inhibitions-free" sex resort, along with two other couples (competitive Ryan Driller and Frankie Dell, rivals at a company, and their ladies, Krissy Lynn and Sophia Bella respectively), but none of them realize that those who run the establishment worship Satan and brainwash tourists they invite! Of course, this goofy premise just exists to interlock the numerous couplings and sex scenes. The norm these days is to cast hardcore performers in these softcore flicks, and they understandably have skills capable of hiding their peckers from visibility and attempt to convince us that their sex scenes could be real. McKendrick's films look too similar to Olen Ray, and he doesn't do enough to differentiate himself from the man who provided a path for his directing softcore parodies of the horror/sci-fi/fantasy genres. Still, Krissy Lynn is the performer of the cast who brings excitement and life to her sex scenes, selling the hell out of the guys fake banging her. Even though she looks similarly fake as Carey, her boobs aren't quite as bombastically over-the-top in size, and Krissy takes to her scenes with greater vigor. The guys are interchangeable as always. Sophia Bella has a nice body, but she just can't quite compare to Krissy. All in all, this is a disposable time-waster that might get a bit of a rise out of you, either through the absurdities of the characters involved or the girls. Cullen still can't act if life depended on it, but the guy has never been hired for his performance as an actor…his body builder physique will only be what matters to the ladies that might bother with this hokey trash.