Marc and Beatrix are vacationing at the seaside cottage where Marc spent his own youthful summers with his family. Their son Charly is with them, and he's invited his friend Martin to spend a few days. Beatrix thinks Charly is gay; Marc thinks she's crazy; neither is particularly bothered by the idea that he might be. Martin is gay, and certainly wishes that Charly were, too.
As if that's not enough, Mathieu, Beatrix's lover from the city, shows up, expecting her to make time for him; there's a hunky plumber, Didier, who gets involved in the family's romantic intrigue.
It's all very French. Everyone is terribly attractive, terribly sophisticated, and terribly blasé about such things as infidelity and sex with underage boys.
What it isn't, I'm afraid, is very memorable. It's a competently made piece of fluff, and it may keep you mildly amused while it's happening, but you'll have forgotten it entirely in half an hour.
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