Léa and Marc have scheduled a long break alone in a secluded country manor house loaned to them by Marc's boss. One part Brideshead Revisited and one part Addams Family, the home has large and lovely rooms but also mysterious chambers filled with dusty mannequins and such, just to add a sense of spookiness to the goings-on. While Léa wants to get busy making Gallic love on every piece of furniture, Vincent, whose growing stubble apparently indicates inner torment, would rather lounge around, play the harmonica, drink, and fall asleep on a bearskin rug.
When the two do finally get it on, it's more about control and power plays than love. Their relationship is best depicted in a game of hide and seek they play around the house. Vincent is just as happy hiding from Léa as he is tugging on her panties. And when Vincent's boss calls him back to the office, the jealous and needy Léa gets really nasty really fast. Half the vases in the house will be smashed before these two even start to work things out.
Writer/director Cheyenne Carron tries to spice up the proceedings by revealing that Vincent and Léa have a Greg-and-Marcia-Brady-style stepsibling relationship, adding just the slightly kinky whiff of incest to the mix, but that fact doesn't make the two any more interesting to watch. Their selfish petulance seems to have emerged from nowhere, and their devolution into animalistic psychos isn't really credible.
It's too bad because both Martinez and Thierry are sharp actors who know how to strike sexy poses in front of the camera. What a shame they spend so much time yelling at each other rather. Their time together would have been much better spent rolling around on that plush bearskin rug.
Aka Écorchés.
You're a tiger! You're a lynx!
