"Not everything the French make can be considered art."
Jean and Emile St Pierre (Donald Pilon and René Blouin) are a couple of woodcutters who haven’t seen a woman in a year and a half. One of them spends his days chiseling totem poles consisting of naked women, while the other spends his days talking about absolute toss. One day, in a fit of desperation, the two head to town where they find some luscious nurses doing some kind of inoculations in a tent in a field. Why give people injections in a tent in the middle of a field? I suppose it’s cheaper to shoot a movie in a field than a hospital.So the woodsmen steal a van and some nurses, deciding later that they can release all but one. The one in question, Katerine Mousseau, quite enjoys being stolen off the street when it comes right down to it, even to the point of coming to the rescue of Jean and Emile when they find themselves thrown in prison for their crimes.
So what happens when they go home to the deep woods after escaping prison? They find that a weird little nymphet (Andree Pelletier) has descended upon their camp, wandering around butt naked and deciding that she should be the housewife of the bunch. Added to that, she doesn’t mind screwing them both. There should be more of that kind of attitude these days, in my opinion.Veteran Quebec director Gilles Carle (Les Plouffe) writes and directs Les Mâles and it’s a fair bet that he wouldn’t be painting those words on his front door any time soon. This flick has no recognizable story arc, the characters are at best one dimensional, at worst NO dimensional. The conversation is occasionally amusing but mostly boring and except for a little nudity here and there, this is a really monotonous cinema experience.