There is no plot to this movie other than the following: Poor expatriate French girl in Vietnam has sex with rich expatriate Chinese man. That's it. Sex, sex, sex. Oh, yes, the narrator does a cheesy, pseudo-dramatic, nostalgic overdub, but hearing her is almost like hearing Henry Miller describing himself as an artist of some kind. You can't really take her seriously. Basically, this is a novelty flick. Rarely do you see an Asian man as being sexual in films, and even more rarely do you see an Asian man in movies with a white woman (or girl, in this case, really). Jane March is disgustingly thin, but I guess you just have to put up with that.
--A.Y.