Garry Marshall was probably not the ideal choice to direct a comedy about a Club Med run by a dominatrix, but given the inane script the film might have been a mess no matter who was at the helm. The basic ludicrousness of the film springs from the fact that the customers, who have signed up for a vacation of bondage and discipline, are in the hands of a group of dominatrixes who seem like mildly strict Sunday school teachers in leather. Dana Delany looks uncomfortably aware of how badly miscast she is as the head dominatrix, as does Rosie O'Donnell as an undercover cop who unwisely dons leather for a few scenes. About Dan Ackroyd, the less said, the better. One of the strangest aspects of the film is that the customers of this resort appear to be mostly male models. Is this really the average B&D client?