A fashion designer in Montreal is encouraged to do a homeswap with someone in Paris, and for the first day this seems like it was a really good idea - she flirts with a man in a park, enjoys the city, sees the Eiffel Tower - but then on day two the fashion designer wakes up to the Parisian police knocking down her door accusing her of grisly murder and suddenly she's alone in a foreign country, accused of murder and even worse, on the case are only the most bungling of detectives believing her to be a Parisian psycho while unwilling or unable to make a simple phone call to Canada to verify the facts of her life - it is an intriguing set-up that has nowhere to go but stupid.
★★☆☆☆
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