A pair of depraved young men mine the decadence of Paris for their carnal fulfilment in Thorsen's adaptation of Henry Miller's controversial Quiet Days in Clichy.
Review by Paul Higson from videovista.net
Jens Jorgen Thorsen's 1970 film adaptation of Henry Miller's novel, Quiet Days In Clichy. Filmed in Paris at the time that Joseph Strick was in the city filming Miller's Tropic Of Cancer, it could not have been more different from the Hollywood feature (nor Chabrol's later shot at the Clichy novel, come to that) and was a double treat for Miller making set visits to both. Thorsen was an artiste, filmmaker and hoaxer from the school of situation-ism, his belief system creation through free expression, at liberty from the workplace, commercialisation, politics and regimentation. Few novelists would find the movement complementary to the narrative form, no beginning, no end and no plot. Miller's novel, simply put, is two foreign men, in the Clichy region of Paris, on a sexist fantasy ride, from fuck to fuck, women hurling themselves at them, the men taking on all comers.
