Set within the super-rich jet-set society of Paris, Richard Harris portrays a man whose life is gradually being destroyed. From sexual trauma to financial disaster, he slowly descends into a world of insanity, perversion and finally the bottomless pit!
YOUR TICKET IS NO LONGER VALID (1981) - Here is a bizarre, almost totally forgotten Canadian-financed film based on a novel by Romain Gary and featuring an international cast. Richard Harris plays a middle-aged businessman whose inherited empire is starting to flounder. Adding insult to injury, he starts struggling to sexually please his gorgeous young wife, played by Jennifer Dale. The couple is robbed by a strapping young Gypsy while they lie in bed, and pretty soon thereafter Harris discovers that he can only deliver sexually if he fantasizes about the swarthy felon ravishing his bride. In an attempt to locate his sentient Cialis, Harris approaches old friend, madame, and hatpin authority Jeanne Moreau about combing her stable of male flesh to see if he is in her employ. Despairing over his situation and refusing to take his doctors' advice and 'embrace the semi-erection', Harris decides to make an honorable exit and arranges his own murder, but the party hired to do the deed has more complicated plans. Popping up occasionally through all of this is George Peppard as a business connection who believes that appearances are everything, especially when it comes to sex, which he manages to interject into every conversation and serves only to further the ongoing withering of Harris' member. Basically an R-rated, phallus-obsessed soap opera where the battle of the bulge-in-your-pants needs to be fought and won daily to affirm your worth, this is a pretty ridiculous relic which, thanks to the miracle of sildenafil, has been reduced to nothing more than a dated, shriveled monument to inflexible machismo.
