Fernande (Monique Mercure) and Violette (Louise Turcot) are two bored Montreal housewives who grow restless with their philandering and/or dull husbands. They decide to spice up their dreary existence by seducing just about any man they can get a hold of. The telephone repairman, the milkman, handymen, and delivery boys all become objects of their misplaced affection. When one of Violette’s lovers dies after a bout of lovemaking, they are accused of murder and quickly become international sensations.
Directed by Claude (Dan Candy’s Law) Fournier, this Canadian sex comedy is more puzzling than anything else. It doesn’t matter what side of the border you’re on, the shit in this movie just isn’t funny. Like at all. Take for instance the football game that has canned “comedic” sound effects or the random use of a choir singing “Hallelujah” or the shot of a painting of the Queen closing her eyes. Without the egregious comedy shit, this could’ve been a winner. Think a maple syrup version of a Joe Sarno flick. Too bad the comedy derails things every chance it gets.
Fortunately, the film features scads of T & A, which makes some of the unfunny comedic Canadian shenanigans tolerable. That said, the sex and/or nude scenes we do get are not very sexy and often are nearly ruined by the intrusive comedy elements. One memorable scene occurs when a carpet cleaner visits Turcot and his shampooer goes haywire and fills the room with bubbles. This naturally causes her to strip down and roll around in the suds. Now, this could’ve been a great sequence, but those hopes are immediately dashed the instant the comic relief cleaning guy starts singing opera. Mercure and Turcot are plenty sexy and their complete willingness to go au natural at the drop of a hat certainly keeps things afloat. They remain two women in gold even if the movie itself is tarnished by the shitty comedy.
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