"Women Have Only One Thing on Their Minds ..." is an ultra-lightweight comedy of manners that follows the romantic fortunes of a loosely federated band of relatives and lovers. Offshore prospects are limited for this item, which strives to be hip but comes up pedestrian.
“Women Have Only One Thing on Their Minds …” is an ultra-lightweight comedy of manners that follows the romantic fortunes of a loosely federated band of relatives and lovers. Offshore prospects are limited for this item, which strives to be hip but comes up pedestrian.Pic covers one week in Paris, bracketed by the arrival from and departure for NYC by Margaux (Claudia Cardinale). It’s been 20 years since she left her older hubby, a painter (Heinz Bennent). Daughter Jess (Carole Laure), who buys and sells classic cars with klutzy partner Mario (Roland Blanche), accidentally OD’d on sleeping pills and is hospitalized. Jess’ live-in b.f. is a sensitive younger musician who cares more about music than sex. She has a strapping 17-year-old son by ex-hubby restauranteur Pierre (Bernard Le Coq), who lives with a sexy black African student half his age. Jess’ hospital psychologist initiates a jolly affair with her teen son. Running gag is that the flaky Jess experiences three more unintentional brushes with death in short order. This keeps the cast in constant contact, musing about sex and sometimes indulging in it. Occasionally clever, often crude dialogue is adequate. Thesps are OK — with Cardinale a strange mix of raunch and class — and assorted characters remain distinct. At one point, Cardinale and Laure, decked out in gloves and sleeveless gowns, perform the Marilyn Monroe standard “Bye Bye Baby” in English.