When his daughter wins a radio contest promoting Gloria’s crass comeback tune, Brice — a pipe-smoking stick-in-the-mud who’s bucking for presidency of the local Lion’s Club — forbids her to accept the prize, a guest appearance in Gloria’s new MTV-style video. But Benedicte, who is a distant relative of Frederic Chopin and never followed through on her own musical dreams, agrees to secretly accompany her daughter to the shoot.
Mom and daughter end up on camera shaking their booties in a seemingly harmless setting. But when the video hits the air, near-naked men with rubber crustaceans barely covering their crotches have joined the party through the miracle of special effects. When Benedicte tries to remedy the situation, she gets sucked into a series of silly situations involving stolen sound equipment and hallucinogenic hotcakes made by an Australian rock combo.
Celarie pulls out all the stops as the energetic flake who never saw a low-cut shirt or skintight dress she didn’t like, co-scripter Chazal is perky and likable, and Lhermitte is an affable dunce. But their predicaments are rarely sufficiently outrageous to keep the comic momentum stoked.
The otherwise straightforward lensing nicely mimics dopey rock videos and conveys Brice’s twisted p.o.v. when the dope pancakes take effect during an important business meeting. Costumes perfectly situate the contrasting lifestyles on display, and the incorporated songs are delectably awful.