This easygoing interracial romantic comedy never goes into the details of its numbskull title, but it does explain such things as the perfect temperature for listening to the music of Charlie Parker: 98.6 degrees, naturally. The film is a glossy satire of sexual attitudes and racial stereotypes, with a sunny disposition reflected in its protagonist: a would-be writer transplanted to French Canada from somewhere in Africa (on Thursdays he's from Madagascar) who enjoys cruising gullible white women. The scenario, not unlike that of any optimistic TV ad (in which everyone is young, attractive and single, and the weather is always warm and cloudless), is totally unreal, but the film is so cheerful and sometimes so witty that it's easy to overlook the occasional sexism and lack of any real story. All the women are strictly Barbie Dolls, regarded by the otherwise unnamed 'Man' as little more than willing sex objects, and they in turn see him in much the same light – which may be all part of the point, but it doesn't make the characters any less superficial.
