First the good news: this seventies Brigitte Lahaie classic is actually pretty funny (quite unusual as the French are not exactly known for their sense of humor). The bad news is that every single sex scene (and there are quite a lot) is accompanied by the same electric tune. But who notices the music anyway? Richard (Richard Lemieuvre) is asked to write an exciting story about call girls. Presumably he's working for the French Hugh Hefner or something. So, he asks Brigitte (Lahaie), his favorite call girl (who just happens to be, ah-um, visiting), for some inspiration. Seeing as she runs her own private club, Brigitte is able to tip Richard off every time one of her girls is on the job. Unfortunately, Richard is such a clumsy bumbler that he fails to get the story each and every time.
Brigitte runs 'Paris Tel 666' where three of her ladies are awaiting assignments: Karine Gambier (Ellie), Morgane (Marianne) and France Lomay (Carole). First up is Marianne, who travels to a chic château by limo to please a rich female client (Monique Carrére). Richard follows on his Suzuki moped but is thwarted at the gate by a large Doberman. He gets another chance as the limo driver (Piotr Stanislas) demands some service of his own from Marianne in exchange for a ride back. Silly Richard places his tape recorder beneath the limo, and it gets run over while he is off to smoke a fag.
After buying a brand new cassette player, he begs Brigitte for another tip. He learns the girls have the afternoon off and are at the massage parlor. After a bit of showing off on his Suzuki (ending up between two trees), Richard makes sure the real masseur (Domenique Aveline in a tiny cameo) gets stuck in the lift and takes his place. The two girls share experiences (with flashbacks involving the ever present Alban Ceray and Domenique Irissou). Unfortunately, muscle-man Aveline escaped from the lift and beats Richard up.
Another erotic escapades centers around Carole (France Lomay) meeting a client in a hotel room who turns out to be her husband (this time Richard dresses up as a bus boy but is distracted by a pushy American tourist). Next, rich Tony Morena is teaching his son about women. According to him, a man can do one of three things: marry a woman, take a mistress or dominate them. Having already hired Ellie (Karine), it is obvious the father prefers # 3. Richard is clumsily climbing up the roof, accidentally drops his mike down the chimney and is almost shot down by Morena. Why on earth he would want to record the sound of people moaning and groaning is beyond me anyway.
About to throw in the towel, our would-be-writer visits the Paris Telefon HQ, where Desiree Cousteau (as Desiree) more or less forces herself on him. Brigitte walks in on them just after they've finished. She's had enough of helping him, but not because of the other woman. She leaves to confess her latest, traumatic sins to the local clergyman. Somehow Richard manages to take the place of the priest and starts recording her unusual story. This last sequence is so weird they had to turn it into a flashback: Brigitte's latest client turns out to be a robot (though he looks more like a mime to me). It is clear that Brigitte is quite upset about the entire experience, but Richard simply runs off without giving her solace, elated that he's finally got his story. When he sits down to type it out, however, the robot's voice emits from his new tape deck, which promptly bursts into flames. Well, nobody said sex films had to be logical anyway.
6 out of 10
Brigitte runs 'Paris Tel 666' where three of her ladies are awaiting assignments: Karine Gambier (Ellie), Morgane (Marianne) and France Lomay (Carole). First up is Marianne, who travels to a chic château by limo to please a rich female client (Monique Carrére). Richard follows on his Suzuki moped but is thwarted at the gate by a large Doberman. He gets another chance as the limo driver (Piotr Stanislas) demands some service of his own from Marianne in exchange for a ride back. Silly Richard places his tape recorder beneath the limo, and it gets run over while he is off to smoke a fag.
After buying a brand new cassette player, he begs Brigitte for another tip. He learns the girls have the afternoon off and are at the massage parlor. After a bit of showing off on his Suzuki (ending up between two trees), Richard makes sure the real masseur (Domenique Aveline in a tiny cameo) gets stuck in the lift and takes his place. The two girls share experiences (with flashbacks involving the ever present Alban Ceray and Domenique Irissou). Unfortunately, muscle-man Aveline escaped from the lift and beats Richard up.
Another erotic escapades centers around Carole (France Lomay) meeting a client in a hotel room who turns out to be her husband (this time Richard dresses up as a bus boy but is distracted by a pushy American tourist). Next, rich Tony Morena is teaching his son about women. According to him, a man can do one of three things: marry a woman, take a mistress or dominate them. Having already hired Ellie (Karine), it is obvious the father prefers # 3. Richard is clumsily climbing up the roof, accidentally drops his mike down the chimney and is almost shot down by Morena. Why on earth he would want to record the sound of people moaning and groaning is beyond me anyway.
About to throw in the towel, our would-be-writer visits the Paris Telefon HQ, where Desiree Cousteau (as Desiree) more or less forces herself on him. Brigitte walks in on them just after they've finished. She's had enough of helping him, but not because of the other woman. She leaves to confess her latest, traumatic sins to the local clergyman. Somehow Richard manages to take the place of the priest and starts recording her unusual story. This last sequence is so weird they had to turn it into a flashback: Brigitte's latest client turns out to be a robot (though he looks more like a mime to me). It is clear that Brigitte is quite upset about the entire experience, but Richard simply runs off without giving her solace, elated that he's finally got his story. When he sits down to type it out, however, the robot's voice emits from his new tape deck, which promptly bursts into flames. Well, nobody said sex films had to be logical anyway.
6 out of 10