The sets are amazing. Decrepit, crumbling, cob-web infested Irish castle and surrounding environs.
Peter O'Toole is great. A constantly drunk, perennially suicidal castle/hotel owner prone to engaging in long, florid, operatic speeches to guide his misfit employees.
His employees are great. A brood of chatty Irish working-class lifers from the hinterlands of The Emerald Isle.
Jennifer Tilly and Peter Gallagher are good in very limited screentime.
And then there is the rest of this disjointed mess.
Steve Guttenberg and a woman actually carved from wood, Daryl Hannah, sink like a lead brick in a bog. Every time they are onscreen it kills all the momentum and energy the film had managed to that point.
Martin Ferrero plays an American father…