There are confusing times during this production. Times where you wonder if South of France tourists Karen Summer and Nikki Randall are actually picking up real live guys (aside from Francois Papillon), or guys pretending to be real guys for a simulated bit of cinema verite. Or is it simulated at all and the guys are actors? Huh?
You wonder because some of the dialog spoken by these continental beach bum Jean Claude-types sounds like a curious "Frenglish" - fake French with overtones of Charles Aznavour.
Maybe wondering makes this a better video. But wondering aside, from the location and French flavor standpoint, this is the video Traci, I Love You should have been. Summer and Randall make a sparkling female buddy duo as they boff through a vacation short of funds and long on libido. The Riviera scenes blend in beautifully as the action sallies between beach and bedroom in tune with the jangle of Randall's Princess Twatango of Cheeka Cheeka ankle bracelet.
Randall's an absolute cutie pie and her devilish dalliances put the real spark in this production.