One wonders what Claude Chabrol was thinking when he decided to make this as-far-from-typical-Chabrol as he or indeed anyone could get. Even the sense of period - the one thing that might have saved it - is unconvincing and the average viewer will spend most of the time - assuming he hasn't walked out after the first couple of reels - wondering why anyone - outside, of course, of a porn movie theatre - work up much of a sweat over a pair uninteresting guys dedicated to laying everything they can and whinging about their lack of food and money. By the time of shooting Chabrol was long divorced from Stephane Audran which may account for why he cast her, presumably he would have hesitated if she were still his wife.
Review of Quiet Days in Clichy
