Sexual Chronicles of a French Family

Its scope is too limited for it to muster much of a response in us beyond basic titillation. And there are plenty of better places to go for that.

Most of the camera time goes to airy, awkward sex (no genitalia, though plenty of breasts and backsides), and while it's never titillating, it's also never involving.

A smutty display of wall-to-wall couplings (and triplings) with a patina of class as thin as a see-through negligee.

You'll have more fun staying at home.

A highly schematic film about how the members of a family each revel in their own sexuality; there's a nice, healthy glow here apparently meant to substitute for story.