One to Another centers around five inseparable French friends. Lucie (Lizzie Brocheré) and her bisexual brother Pierre (Arthur Dupont) spend their days skinny-dipping, nude sunbathing and nonchalantly screwing around with Sébastien (Pierre Perrier), Nicolas (Guillaume Baché) and Baptiste (Nicolas Nollet). Pierre sings in the rock band the boys have formed and also hustles his nubile body to an assortment of appreciative, orgy-organizing older gays. When he suddenly vanishes, the group is torn asunder by conflicting emotions.

This film was shown earlier this year in New York as part of The Film Society of Lincoln Center's Rendezvous with French Cinema and definitely stood out among the more demure offerings in the series as exactly what many of us have come to expect--and guiltily hope for--from Gallic celluloid. It's rife with a summery sensuality wrought from gorgeous young actors and mouth-wateringly sylvan settings, with, of course, intriguing suggestions of darkness lurking underneath. In short, it's trash of a very appealing kind, and highly satisfying as just that.

Directors Pascal Arnold and Jean-Marc Barr, working from a script by Arnold, lavish us with sun-dappled photography that captures every fleshy nuance and sexy pout. Brocheré, with her smudged mouth and attitude, is a fitting heiress to the Bardot tradition of troubled, impossibly sexy, photogenically suicidal nymphets. Dupont is easily acceptable as his province's universal love object. And Perrier, perhaps the handsomest white boy in film today, merely has to show up in any scene to make it fairly riveting.

As for the story itself, who the hell cares? Cinema has many functions and one of its most overlooked and underrated has always been pure sensuality. Like last year's Cold Showers, the whole thing is just so watchable--i.e., damn sexy--to us Americans in these ever more puritanical times that one just feels like crying, "Merci beaucoup!"