A group of French-Canadian academics (History department) get together and talk sex, sex, sex -- all day and into the night. First it's the women by themselves at the workout gym, reminiscing about the sadist, the two blacks in Martinique, the Sicilian cop, the French tennis pro, the wife-swapping club, while the men are also by themselves in the kitchen, being just as bad or worse. Then they all intermingle and, after time out for some preliminary small talk about academia and history, get back to Topic A. Very little of this has the quality of conversation, with appropriate reactions and responses from the participants; it's more like a rotating comic monologue, and it has the quality of shtick. The real interlocutors are just the scriptwriter (and director, Denys Arcand) and the mute, if not dumbstruck, viewer. There are flashes of wit and intelligence in both the writing and directing, but nothing so prolonged as a flash of credibility. A couple of brief intrusions by the aforementioned sadist, an angular and elongated fellow who has done everything within the limits of costumery to make himself menacing and mysterious, liven things up quite a bit: he's the one character cartoonish enough to be at home with the unreality. (1986) — Duncan Shepherd
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