In 1975, Claude Chabrol got infatuated, somehow, with swingers, and working from a script from Paul Gégauff he turned in this weak entry into an otherwise very strong oeuvre. Pleasure Party's biggest failing can be found in Gégauff's script and Chabrol's choice of leading man: also Gégauff. The film isn't so much an investigation into unhealthy relationships as it is a platform for Gégauff to hear himself talk. Nothing much comes of this until the last five minutes of the movie -- and even the title's promise of a little cheap, tawdry carnality is nowhere to be found.
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