Styled like a music video, we cut back and forth between all four of them swinging in sync with the rhythm and performing their individual motions with campy grandeur. After three or four minutes of this highly amusing, sexually charged romp and stomp in the living room, the middle aged businessman (obviously the leader of the group) abruptly turns off the record. "All right, that's enough. Everybody to the bedroom!" The women rush offscreen, giggling and squealing.
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The drawn out prologue reveals Sarah Morton (Rampling) to be uninspired, having written a slew of Ruth Rendell-style mystery novels. Her publisher (Charles Dance) suggests the chateau, and Morton spends her lazy afternoons drinking in this new space. Things all go snafu when the publisher's horny daughter Julie (Sagnier) arrives. Sarah finds herself having to clean up after her new roommate, and having to spend restless nights listening to Julie screw every man in Luberon.
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