Various women in Quiet Days in Clichy (1970)

Even though the world is busy digging its grave there is still time to enjoy life, to be merry, carefree, to work or not to work. It has been a period when cunt was in the air.

Oh, that Henry Miller! That man could weave a magical web with his words.

I’m being unfair. He could write, on those rare occasions when he dragged his head out of the gutter. He’s the Shakespeare of shit.

Anyway, here’s the basic premise, which is also a detailed synopsis:

Two broke writers share a Paris flat, surviving on little food but maintaining high spirits. They pursue sexual encounters with various women – from neighbors to teens to foreigners – treating them as casual conquests.

This movie, made by some Danish dudes with a budget of about three Kroner, is total crap, but it’s now out in 4K, so …

These are 720p stills, just for ID purposes.

Lots and lots of 4K videos are here
The videos labeled “unknown1” are Louise White

Weird trivia.

1) In the video called unknowns-Quiet_Days_in_Clichy-1970-2160hd-1, Country Joe and the Fish sing the theme song, which is basically just Joe McDonald reciting the entire … er … “plot,” over a montage of scenes, as he improvises a simplistic tune. I assume he’s improvising, based on my opinion that nobody could have given that any forethought. All of the lyrics are below the jump, if you care. (You should not.)

2) In the video called unknowns-Quiet_Days_in_Clichy-1970-2160hd-2, the hookers are actual hookers.

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Come on people, listen to me
I’ll tell you the story of Carl and Joey
The girls they fucked
The women they laid
And this is the story of the love they made
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Now don’t get excited, be patient please
Put your hand on your lover’s knee
And during this song, if you get a chance
Put your hand inside her pants
So come on people, listen to me
I’ll tell you the story of the place Clichy
So come along and let’s spend a while
With Joey and his French friend Carl
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
There were two girls from the café
We picked both of them up one day
We took both of them to our flat
And the redheaded one gave Carl the clap
The dark-haired girl took off her shoe
She smiled at Joey and then she was through
He tried everything but just his luck
The one from Jamaica just wouldn’t fuck
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Little Colette, she’s got no sense
Serving the breakfast without her pants
Spoiling the coffee and burning the eggs
All of her brains are between her legs
Baby Colette, she’s got no sense
Sweeping the floor, making a mess
Doing the dishes, ironing the clothes
What she’s thinking, God only knows
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
The sad-eyed girl from the grocery store
Her American husband didn’t love her anymore
He deserted her, he vanished away
And she wants to speak English now night and day
They would go to a movie and then for a walk
And then to the apartment for some fun and talk
She could sleep with one
She could sleep with the other
As long as they spoke English, it really didn’t matter
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
And then there was Jean from the Herald Tribune
Bringing bottles of wine up to their room
They could squeeze her tits or rub her crack
But the thought of fucking drove her quite mad
At the thought of a cock inside her cunt
She would always begin to smash the place up
She would scream and yell and holler and cry
And then she’d come back for another try
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Oh, quiet days in Clichy
Oh, quiet days in Clichy