Corps brûlants

On the foundations of an irrefutably morbid script (Summer of '42 style, by Robert Mulligan), Christian Lara builds a narrative that is too weak, perhaps because he only projected it for consumers of the alternative pornographic product. And, indeed, the sex scenes, with the delicious forty-something Michèle Perello, are really beautiful, and do not focus essentially on the most explicit aspect, but rather provide an authentic aroma of romanticism that is unusual in commercial adult cinema. But, as I said, the narrative does not provide any sophistication, it does not break down the main characters, delving a little (only a little, I say) into the idiosyncrasies of each one. I would have liked to know, for example, why Helene is driven to seek romantic support when she must separate from her partner for a week (a week!) for work reasons. Something happens there that we don't know, and it throws her into a sexual frenzy.

Although the IMDb listing says that the film should last 1 hour and 30 minutes, I have only been able to find the 65-minute version dubbed into German! (thanks Nochvemo for the subtitles in my language). Perhaps in those 25 minutes lost in the limbo of Les Films de l'Epée is all the broth for this bland soup. But I doubt it.