Pommet-sur-Fossé, hidden rural gem, is sliding into depression at the hands of its idle mayor. But when the Gazelles, the village's fat (+ token thinnie), middle-aged gymnasts, discover that he and his shady buddy, Emile de Condom, have a hidden agenda, the 15 women decide the time has come to place Pommet on the map. Faced with a disappointing lack of white beaches, palm trees, snow-clad peaks or Eiffel Towers to attract moneyed punters, the Gazelles cluelessly draw up plans for Kew Gardens II and a Tiger-Woods designed championship golf course.
But there are snakes lurking in the undergrowth, chicanery and secrecy woven deeply within village government. However, the major problem turns out to be the Gazelles themselves. After a spell in the cells, pre-emptive mayoral strikes, whingeing husbands, squatting techno-ravers and a carelessly-discarded corpse, the Gazelles begin to wonder whether they've bitten off more than they can chew.
Yes. They have.
Perhaps some of the humor (humour) doesn't translate but this looks like the dog's breakfast to me.