Jens Jørgen Thorsen's film adaptation of Henry Miller's biographical novel Quiet Days In Clichy is at once a tribute to Miller's trademark blend of sex and philosophy, and a product of its time, the late '60s and early '70s, when flaunting convention and running against the grain of the Hollywood approach was the obligation of every good hippie with a movie camera. Stille Dage i Clichy seems to exist in a sort of limbo, not really set in the 1930s, but not quite 1969 either, and it captures the spirit of Miller's work much better than the written word -- which is probably just as well, since Quiet Days in Clichy doesn't have much of a narrative, and neither does Thorsen's film. The two leading actors, Paul Valjean as Joey (obviously meant to be Miller) and Wayne Rodda as Carl, are easily the weakest parts of the picture, with neither delivering an especially compelling or convincing characterization, and the pacing and editing lacks a certain grace, which becomes all the more telling in the film's last act. But the sex scenes (some of which stop just short of hardcore) have a fleshy and unpretentious enthusiasm that Miller would doubtless have appreciated, most of the women (even those in unflattering roles) give robust performances, and several scenes in which the action is accompanied by long readings of Miller's prose come close to capturing the magic he could work with the English language. Thorsen's rough-and-tumble cinematic approach often dates this film and occasionally works against the material, but at its best, Stille Dage i Clichy is a very genuine love letter to the work of Henry Miller, and its enthusiasm is winning even when it fails as cinema.