Claude Chabrol's elegant love story is nonetheless quite the bore, with its beautiful bisexual femmes (one named "Why") and lazy evenings in front of velvet curtains. Jacqueline Sassard's supervixen is quite the eye-catcher, but she's so dull in the role it's hard to get much energy out of her raw sexuality. Stéphane Audran's Frédérique is even more hollow, an aging trollop looking for love on the French Riviera, no matter who it comes from. Story? Forget it.... this half-assed "thriller" is about as thrilling as meat loaf. The conclusion is as uninspired as it is droll.