I am fond of this film no doubt due, in some part, to the presence of the undeniably photogenic Ludivine Sagnier, with her impossible cheeriness and her complete lack of dress sense that seems to articulate, in the body of the image, this supposed bifurcation of a girl( she is around 30, so this may indicate a certain wish fulfilment on behalf of nearly all the 'adults' in the film), who is determined to have her way, while others try to have their way with her.
Yes there is a certain priapic quality to the men portrayed here, but that only serves to make them look as ridiculous as they are; the preening younger man (Francois Berland) thumb-sucker, nail biter and idiot, the self-satisfied older man (Benoit Magimel)who addresses all women as though they are about to get on their knees and pleasure him. Consequently we might argue that the film works best as a satire on the supposed liberalism of the rich, a liberalism that merely cloaks the parasitic ambience of the well heeled.
What Chabrol offers, in a less than interested manner is a kind of farce that plays itself out in the brothels and swanky houses of a group of people who consider themselves Parisian while living in Lyons, that the young woman at the core of the film works as a weather 'girl' for a cable TV station is hardly subtle nor is the rendition of the group of TV people that flit in and out of the diegetic world like shadow puppets, their two dimensionality clearly meant as a comment on our current culture. Still in the end their is a kind of charm to this film, a charm that endears one to the look if not the over-all substance of its finish and the final moment may be more than an awkward metaphor, in may be something closer to a truth.