Skinopsis

If the French are good for anything, it's mixing their artsy impulses with their kinky ones. Sure, they could just lay a bunch of scorching hot female flesh on the screen and be done with it, but, being the overanalytical wankers that they are, they feel the need to probe their own desires and mix them up with a bunch of psychological and literary crap.

This isn't always such a bad thing. Sure, Jean-Claude Brisseau has obviously seen 8 1/2 way too many times, and yes, he just might jerk off while reading Sophocles, but he is still, above all else, one kinky bastard. He definitely feels some guilt over his inner-perv, but, instead of repressing it, like we Americans do, he makes films about it.

Here we have a pervy French guy making a dirty, artsy movie about a pervy French guy making a dirty, artsy movie. The story concerns a successful director who through a combination of evil muses (or are they fates?), visions of his dead grandmother and a series of discussions with some hot French girls decides to make a film about female sexual pleasure. After a series of interviews and screen tests, he winds up in a twisted, way-too-personal working relationship with these three blazing hot French girls. His wife isn't thrilled about the situation, but, being French, she only mildly disapproves.

Hs screen tests consist of taping the girls masturbate and, eventually, have hot lesbian sex. It's all research, see. He calls it research. We call it fucking sexy as hell. The girls all have killer bodies and beautiful faces, particularly Maroussia Dubreuil and Marie Allen. We get to see their gorgeous real tits and asses more times than we can count. We get to see their French fur pies a couple of times. We watch them masturbate with both their hands and some strange sort of ball. We watch them jerk off both themselves and each other under the table at a fancy restaurant. There's so much pussy rubbing in this film that you might think you're at the feline massage parlor.

The whole thing culminates in one of the hottest lesbian threeways ever put into an "art film" which, no matter how you feel about the French, makes the whole thing more than worth it.

Plus, things don't really end up so well for our perverted French friend, so you get to watch that smug, French fuck suffer, as well. It's a winning situation for all. Did we mention that there are evil muses and visions of a dead grandmother? Both your mind and your head are guaranteed to be blown.

-- Rick Stanko