Paris Secret, a cheap "documentary" peep show of sadism, sex and morbidity is billed as "the Paris no tourist has ever seen." It lingers unashamedly on banal hokum, such as the backroom rituals of what purport to be secret cults of egg worshipers and navel contemplators, a tedious chase through a midnight forest in which men in evening clothes run after girls dressed as birds, and a street photographer who offers to take pictures of Negroes kissing his blonde wife. Among the sequences: > A widow visits a factory that makes show-window mannequins, arranges to have her deceased husband meticulously...
Cinema: I Loathe Paris
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