There's not much romance in this sexually explicit French film about a codependent doormat (Ducey) whose boyfriend has lost all physical interest in her. In retaliation, she looks for love in all the wrong places--bedding a casual pickup at a bar, engaging with a middle-aged professor and getting raped by a transient. What fun! All the while, Ducey, in sluggish voice-over narration, spouts tedious dime-store philosophy about love, metaphysical love and the male member as a turn-on or repellent.
The movie is about as erotic as the Yellow Pages and just as daring. Last Tango in Paris this is not!