Released in America by Wicked Pictures as "Backstreets of Paris", this Marc Dorcel feature fails due to lack of convincing expose content. Cameraman Sala Helickoul uses dim or muted lighting to attempt realistic night shoots, but it's still patently phony.
Separated by interstitial speeded-up footage of driving through Paris at night, six vignettes present sex in various places after hours in what is termed "the other side of the city of lights". A femme narrator gives us scant set-up info, and the English dubbing (version) is poor.
First segment is perhaps the most interesting, but not very. A woman is caught shoplifting, admitting to being a kleptomaniac, so the store clerk (Tristan) forces her to have sex with him after closing up the shop for the evening.
This is followed by pretty random liaisons, a couple humping in their car in a parking garage, a supposedly Red Riding Hood/Wolf sex scene that is all in the imagination of the narrator, as all we see is two ordinarily dressed people having sex in a deserted area; Ian Scott delivering stand-up sex to attractive brunette Estelle Desanges in a dingy hotel hallway, etc.
Occasionally the documentary cameraman interviews folks and shoots them having sex with first-person camera, but that is equally dull. I enjoyed seeing a personal favorite blonde Nomi, but her three-way is with an unresponsive guy and a brunette -generic sex like the rest of the film.
Clearly not among the best turn of this century Dorcel releases due to lack of a real story line or interesting characters.
