Francois is an obvious narcissist, and Brisseau is even more so for having his surrogate as the object of schoolgirl crushes from half the women he meets, especially the three he eventually casts in his film. Things get a little too serious, and the lives of Francois and his actresses become intertwined, with messy results. As with Secret Things, it's hard to tell here if Brisseau is a raging misogynist or a radical feminist, and what makes the movie interesting is that he's probably a little bit of both.
Also, there are plenty of explicit shots of hot women masturbating, kissing, caressing and performing oral sex on each other. If there's one thing Brisseau clearly knows, it's how to depict the sensual in an arousing manner, and his film is provocative both for the mind and the loins. It's undoubtedly self-serving, too, but its button-pushing is stimulating in all the right ways, and even if you leave hating the director, you'll certainly be feeling something.