I enjoyed this movie so much! At first, it looked like just another Rollin flesh fest (not that that's a bad thing) but there's really no such thing.
It starts off with overly dramatic narration from the lead woman and continues its aggressively comic-book style up until the end. The whole thing is a smart, sexy goof on film noir. I'm slightly surprised Rollin even bothered to give the characters names since they're only meant to be archetypes.
The two girlfriends go off on a camping trip and stumble across what they think is an empty villa. So they break in and have hot, but bizarre sex involving a racking orgasm from nuzzling a hip bone. Seriously. This does contain some borderline hardcore shots but that's not Rollin's focus. He shows you how ridiculous this fantasy is. The proof? At the end of the sex scene, the camera sits outside the door. Monica rises, looking at the audience and, since the show's over, shuts the door on us.
"Drugged by love" (I think that's what the script said), Jackie falls asleep and Monica realizes that someone else is in the house. Since it's a comic book, she sees Fred, a thug, and they have sex without much talk about it. Fred never once takes off his pants. Seriously! It's hilarious! It's not an oversight or bad filmmaking. It's on purpose. For all the gratuitous amounts of female nudity, we don't get even a glimpse of men's underwear.
Jackie wakes up and finds her girlfriend having sex and...well...what they hay...it's France: let's have a manage a trois! w00t! Morning comes. The girls take off...to set up their tent and (it's implied) have more sex somewhere else. This is like Bunuel meets Goddard. It's aggressively and purposefully nonsensical.
Finally, about a third of the way in, we get to the plot which concerns stolen jewels. Even this isn't really clear. Fred got the jewels for Béatrice who show up to retrieve them. But they're not there. Fred finds the girls and brings them back. Jackie gets convincingly caned. Monic gets away and...runs to a private eye. Not to the cops. How does she get there? Run? Hitch? A bus? It doesn't matter. This movie is all about getting to a pre-determined plot point and the hell with details. This is about deconstruction bordering on satire.
Will the detective help Monica? Sure! Why not? Let's go! Off they go to the villa to find Jackie. The detective, like Scooby Doo, works pro bono, I guess, since payment never gets brought up. Naturally, they don't find her...specifically because 1) they only search half the house and not the half the bad guys are in and 2) you cannot figure out the layout of the house. It's like the tents in the Harry Potter books - the space just kind of shows up as needed.
The good guys find the bad guys. Battle ensues - Monica v. Béatrice mano a mona and the detective and his helper with guns. The ensuing slapstick rivals Mack Sennet. Continuity gets thrown right out the window with some amazing editing. People seem to teleport from place to place moved only via editing. .
I won't spoil the ending because I shouldn't
If you're a Rollin fan then you know what to expect. If you don't, you still might not get it but you WILL get a lot of nudity and that will make up for not understanding the mechanics of it.
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