The duo pick up an old girlfriend of Jesus, Marie. Played with an exuberant lack of inhibition by Audrey Tautou, Marie’s casual attitude toward consent and partnering goes hand in hand with her unresponsiveness. Which flummoxes Petey and Jesus as the trio wend their way through Long Island, Port Chester and other scenic New York locales. These are shot for maximum lyrical effect — there are enough pleasant lakeside vistas to edit together a credible “I Love New York” TV ad — by Frederick Elmes.

In Blier’s picture, the vagabond males were in their 20s; Turturro and Cannavale are obviously not. Yet they are credible as irresponsible schemers led by their genitals. This perhaps says something about men in general. (It should be noted that as graphic as this remake sometimes is, it’s considerably toned down from the French film.)

The movie mostly bounces along powered by a lunacy that toggles between amiable and sinister. When Susan Sarandon turns up in the role of a released prisoner (a character played by Jeanne Moreau in the Blier film), “The Jesus Rolls” ambles into more genuinely audacious territory, offering emotionally compelling candor about aging and loneliness. After which it settles back into licentious goofball mode. The movie doesn’t always work, but it’s never boring.

The Jesus Rolls

Rated R for themes, language, nudity, sexuality, violence, you name it. Running time: 1 hour 25 minutes.