On a group of beautiful deserted
islands in the middle of nowhere, the following people (all strangers)
are stranded:
two Italian men and one Italian
woman
two French men and one French woman
two German men and one German woman
two Greek men and one Greek woman
two English men and one English
woman
two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian
woman
two Japanese men and one Japanese
woman
two Chinese men and one Chinese
woman
two American men and one American
woman
two Irish men and one Irish woman
One month later, on these absolutely
stunning deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following things
have occurred:
One Italian man killed the other
Italian man for the Italian woman.
The two French men and the French
woman are living happily together in a ménage-a-trois.
The two German men have a strict
weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.
The two Greek men are sleeping with
each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.
The two English men are waiting for
someone to introduce them to the English woman.
The two Bulgarian men took one long
look at the endless ocean and another long look at the Bulgarian woman
and started swimming.
The two Japanese have faxed Tokyo
and are awaiting instructions.
The two Chinese men have set up a
pharmacy/liquor store/restaurant/laundry, and have gotten the woman
pregnant in order to supply employees for their store.
The two American men are
contemplating suicide, because the American woman endlessly complains
about her body, the true nature of feminism, how she can do everything
they can do, the necessity of fulfillment, the equal division of
household chores, how sand and palm trees make her look fat, how her
last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do,
how her relationship with her mother is improving, and how at least the
taxes are low and it isn’t raining.
The two Irish men divided the island
into North and South and set up a distillery. They do not remember if
sex is in the picture because it gets sort of foggy after the first few
liters of coconut whiskey. But they’re satisfied because at least the
English aren’t having any fun.