Fly Me the French Way

So-so Jean Rollin sexploitation flick, about a chick (schoolgirl hitchhiker herself, Joëlle Coeur) who house sits her cousin's apartment, has lesbian sex while she's there, gets involved in kidnappings, and must rescue her lesbian lover from a sex cult.

The apartment is quite nice looking, so is Joëlle, but overall the film doesn't have the same hauntingly beautiful visuals that I've come to enjoy so much from Rollin. It is not at all up to some of Rollin's other work: no vampires, no zombies, less atmospherics, and sparse dialogue filling up the overlong run time. What we're left with is no different than most other soft core porn/ horror titles from the 1970s.

Film's opening title scene is fun, a slightly Dada-influenced sequence, culminating with a cool, old house (think The Addams Family's mansion) but what the hell that has to do with the rest of the film, I cannot figure. And why do rat caricatures suddenly appear?

Pay close attention when Joelle first walks into the apartment, a poster for Rollin's earlier Vampire Nue is visible on the wall.