When people who despise what they call the pretensions of foreign films try to explain their hatred, the loathed films of their collective imagination are inevitably French, and full of brazenly nude, nubile youths. More often than not, the lines the youths deliver are artfully philosophical and hilariously unrealistic -- things like "Only a body can know another body," and "What we did with our bodies was very subtle." Essentially, these people are thinking of Chacun sa nuit, a wildly pretentious, laughably self-indulgent new film from French directors Pascal Arnold and Jean-Marc Barr that just had its world premiere in Toronto.

As has become de rigeur for Enlightened Sex Dramas -- a genre on which the French have effortlessly cornered the market -- Chacun sa nuit has a cast full of pouty, mostly dark beauties; in this case they consist of Lucie (Lizzie Brocheré), her brother Pierre (Arthur Dupont) and their soul mates Sébastien (Pierre Perrier), Nicolas (Guillaume Baché) and Baptiste (Nicolas Nollet). The five seem to have grown up together and, even though Pierre is now in college, the group remains inseparable. Lucie has dated two of the boys, and the bisexual Pierre is engaged in a secret affair with the third. Even among those who aren't having sex, there's an aggressively casual attitude about nudity and physical contact, so the group does things like skinny dipping, and sunbathing nude together. Lucie, in particular, likes to lounge around naked -- she is, you see, a Sexual Being.