"Gosh, gumdrops," says the stewardess, as she peers out of the galley, spies our hero Jean Pierre and instantly unbuttons her blouse as she walks over to him (I wish I had this effect on women). She asks him if he'll give her a drink and pulls him into the galley —where he gives her a tall one with extra cream. Yes, blond, muscular Jean Pierre from Paris, is on his first trip to America.

Although his luggage and money get stolen soon after he lands, the rest of the trip could have become a dream come true, with better script and directing. You see, every woman Jean Pierre meets, wants to have sex with him. Sounds great? If the director's goal was to illustrate the theory that too much sex is boring, he succeeded. I don't think that was his goal, however. I believe he had an opportunity here to show an irresistible Frenchman getting into progressively more imaginative and exciting sexual encounters. He didn't.

The plot (?) is really irrelevant to this movie. Jean Pierre needs to make back some money. He meets a woman who hires him to deliver something (contraband?) to her sister. Every two steps he meets a girl, takes off his clothes, is in her mouth, between her legs, comes and is off to the next one. You watch this routine 10 times! As our hero gets more bored, the director makes the viewer get more bored. If this movie is my dream fantasy, I'm going back to sleep.