The Nicholas Ray Blogathon: "The Janitor" (1974)

Nicholas Ray during editing of The Janitor
“That’s the way film should be. An artist should not moralize. A person who has the audacity to make a film in the first place should never consciously put his own neuroses on the screen.”

— Nicholas Ray, I’m a Stranger Here Myself, 1975



Wet Dreams is a 1974 compilation of short films about sex, with segments directed by Max Fischer, Lasse Braun, and others, including a somewhat surprising entry by American director Nicholas Ray. Though the origins of this film and its production are apparently lost to time,  the internet attributes the film’s creation to an unnamed wealthy Dutch man, often described as eccentric. Elsewhere, Mark Betz in Beyond the Subtitle reveals that the project was spearheaded by International Film Festival Rotterdam, while John David Slocum claims Wet Dreams director Max Fischer produced the film entirely by himself; this latter theory was repeated in 2005 by Vanity Fair. Fischer’s heavy involvement is hardly in question, and the rich, nameless Dutch eccentric seems to have been a real person, but neither appear to have acted on behalf of International Film Festival Rotterdam, nor is it verified that the film showed at the festival at all. Wet Dreams, for all its artistic claims, seems to have been just another 1970s porno, albeit with a somewhat unusual pedigree.  Fischer and another Wet Dreams director, Dusan Makavejev, would make the cult-sex film Sweet Movie that same year. Lasse Braun, director of other 1970s adult films such as Sex Maniacs and Kinkorama, also contributes to Wet Dreams, as do many others.

The same year Wet Dreams was made in Amsterdam, French porn distribution company Alpha France acquired the rights and showed the film in Paris, and it’s the Alpha France print that can be found today, though unfortunately not on any legitimate VHS or DVD release. I assume the French language overdubbing is courtesy Alpha France, too. Supposedly this film was alternately released in France as an art house flick, then as an x-rated porno, then again as art house.

Wet Dreams is a crazy, mixed-up jumble of short films which have nothing but genitalia in common. One segment is an X-rated send-up of early Chaplin shorts, another is ten minutes of extreme close ups of genitals in various states of arousal, yet another is a man who lights his own farts. It holds interest as an example of 1970s political and cultural ephemera, but few (if any) of the segments would pass as truly erotic.
Nicholas Ray

In 1971, Nicholas Ray began a two-year stint teaching at Harpur College at SUNY Binghamton. He and his students collaborated to make We Can’t Go Home Again, a film created while Ray and his students lived for two years in a commune, filming mostly at night. Derek Malcolm of The Guardian describes the situation as Ray being “surrounded by obsequious young acolytes,” and interviews in the 1975 documentary I’m a Stranger Here Myself do much to confirm that.

After two years of constant re-shoots and re-editing, Nicholas Ray traveled to France in May of 1973 to show the rough cut out of competition at Cannes. Jonathan Rosenbaum describes the premier as less than optimal, a situation that pitted an aggressively unfinished film against a slew of exhausted film critics and attendees. Patrick McGilligan notes in Nicholas Ray: The Glorious Failure of an American Director that some say the film — Ray’s first in a decade — received a standing ovation, but biographer Bernard Eisenschitz says the film “went unnoticed” by everyone.

After the showing and subsequent interviews, Ray quickly ran through his funds, forcing him to crash at the homes of a series of acquaintances in Paris. He ran up enormous bills others ended up footing and was in dire need of cash. A few years prior, Ray had come to the defense of Henri Langlois, and to return the favor, Langlois introduced Ray to a Dutch film producer in late 1973 in hopes of scoring Ray some paying work. The producer was putting together a cinematic project designed to express the erotic dreams of artists on film. Ray agreed to contribute a segment, one he would write, direct, and star in. On his way back to the United States from France, he stopped for a few days in Amsterdam and, during his brief stay, filmed the 10-minute segment entitled “The Janitor.”

“The Janitor” appears toward the end of Wet Dreams, and is one of only two segments without explicit sex or notable nudity; descriptions of the segment as being “porn” are misleading to the point of lie, as it is more perverse than perverted. Nicholas Ray features in a dual role as a flamboyant priest of a cult-religion, and the janitor assigned to clean up the aftermath of a sermon. Filmed in such unrelenting close-up that a description of “in your face” would be more pun than metaphor, “The Janitor” is undoubtedly intended to be psychologically autobiographical.

Nicholas Ray in The Janitor
The janitor of the film sweeps what appears to be a film studio while a black-capped preacher and his young teen daughter walk through to their upstairs loft. She propositions him but he declines, stating that the sermon is about to begin and she needs to take collection. It is at this point that we realize the timelines for the preacher and the janitor have split, the preacher giving his sermon in the past and the janitor sweeping up after him in the cinematic present.

Nicholas Ray in The Janitor
Dubbed in a deep, resonant French voice, probably by Alpha France for their Paris release, Ray preaches to the assembled about Moses, the Ten Commandments, and the theft of a ruby ring he bought from collection money gathered at previous sermons. Almost immediately the assembled begin to praise his spiritual wisdom, and the congregation is moved to sexual expression. He tells them to stop, he has more to say and he wants them to listen, when a pretty and bookish follower kneels before him, asking if she may service him. Flustered, the priest agrees, and she is followed by a second female follower, then a third — his young teen daughter.

Throughout the sermon, the film cuts forward to the janitor sweeping and finding the preacher’s signature hat and the stolen ruby ring. The janitor imagines himself as the preacher. When we cut back to the past and the preacher’s daughter goes down on him, the film returns to the janitor, who angrily grabs a shotgun and shoots the screen where images of his priest self play. The screen burns.

Nicholas Ray's The Janitor
Ray’s depiction of himself as misguided, flamboyant proselytizer to adoring subjects mimics his teacher-student and mentor-protege relationship. Ray seems to have felt, rightly or not, that the adoration he so much enjoyed was indulgent wankery. He also understood that he was at once two people, a worshiped and indulged priest and a lonely, ignored working stiff. The janitor literally and metaphorically cleans up after himself, picking up the pieces of the priest’s life left amongst the detritus. When he destroys the priest on the screen, is it with vengeance for the wrongs that have been committed, or with the desire to take over as the priest himself?

The incest angle is ignored by most critics and reviewers, who mention it but deliberately avoid analysis. In such a biographical vignette, one that mentions Ray’s real life psychologist by name, comparison of course drifts to Ray’s second wife Gloria Grahame caught sleeping with Ray’s 13-year-old son Tony, her stepson. According to Vanity Fair‘s article on the making of Rebel Without a Cause, Tony and Gloria shared a mutual hatred of Nicholas that bonded them.

Nicholas Ray and James Dean during filming of Rebel Without a Cause

Interestingly, the same article says that Nick was sleeping with a 16-year-old Natalie Wood when he cast her for Rebel. Gavin Lambert is quoted as saying that Nick had an attraction to young teen girls his whole life, a trait that cannot be ignored when we see a 62-year-old Ray portraying a man being blown by an underage girl. And it is with Wood that Ray creates a the character of Judy in Rebel, a girl whose father puts up a wall of hate in part to sublimate his own incestuous desire for his daughter.  The themes of “The Janitor” were not new to Ray at all.

Scandalous enough in its own right, “The Janitor” has been given a reputation of outright salaciousness that it does not deserve.  In part, this is due to its proximity to segments containing softcore sex acts and graphic closeups, but I also believe the reputation derives from understandable astonishment of seeing a legendary director create a rough, cheap, and in no small part egotistical cinematic creation such as this.

According to Bernard Eisenschitz (as reported by Mark Betz and John David Slocum), the fellatio performed on the preacher (Ray) by the acolytes was real, and Max Fischer insisted Ray had an erection throughout the production. Patrick McGilligan explains that the actors for “The Janitor” were provided by the producer, and the film bears that out; many of the actors in the sermon appear elsewhere in the film. Actor Bent Weed is seen as one of the sermon attendees, and is also one of the co-stars of another segment, a softcore short titled “On a Sunday Afternoon”. Tangentially, that segment stars Weed and Dawn Cumming, who are described in Jane Ussher’s Fantasies of Femininity as “a seasoned team” of adult film actors.

These producer-supplied actors were from the adult industry, which Eisenschitz seems to think proves that the sex, even in “The Janitor,” was real. As informative as Eisenschitz is on other topics, I suspect he never had a chance to see the film. No one who sees “The Janitor” could possibly believe the oral sex was real. There is not a single hint of Nick’s flesh beyond his hands, and in fact the women look as though they are randomly mashing their faces into Ray’s very zipped pants; it’s decidedly silly, especially to our jaded modern eyes.

Nicholas Ray - The Janitor

Our opening quote from Nick Ray appears in the documentary I’m a Stranger Here Myself (1975), filmed during the years he made We Can’t Go Home Again with his students, seems to contradict everything we see in “The Janitor.” The vignette is a veritable grocery list of Ray’s well-known neuroses, yet there is no deep insight into Nicholas Ray by the finale, and that’s because even in 1974, when he showed you his insecure, self-destructive, egotistical, neurotic, lustful side, he wasn’t showing you anything you didn’t already know. You knew, you simply did not speak about it openly… much like sex and pornography, the subjects of the other short segments.

It is apparently tempting to dismiss “The Janitor” as a product of Ray’s drug use and despondency, his desperation for money, essentially whoring himself out for a few bucks. The first time I heard of “The Janitor,” some long-forgotten soul on Usenet speculated that Ray was so disgusted with himself that he wrote this short as a kind of spiritual atonement for his artistic sins. That’s interesting, romantic even, but I disagree. I think Nicholas Ray struggled against authority and cultural constraints, and in “The Janitor” he is having a bit of a laugh at us and himself. His wife Susan has said, “Nick was a provocateur, a master wizard. …he was perfectly capable of running us all in circles and enjoying himself to the hilt while he did it. It wasn’t always easy but it was never dull, this sneak-magician part of him.” Nicholas Ray by 1974 was a cultural creation as much as he was a man, and the failings and neuroses we see in “The Janitor” are more about his image and the audience than they are about Ray himself.


This is my entry for Tony Dayoub’s Nicholas Ray Blogathon, a celebration of Nicholas Ray on his 100th birthday held at Cinema Viewfinder.

A new, reconstructed cut of We Can’t Go Home Again is appearing in Venice currently, will be shown next in New York and is to be released on DVD in 2012.

* Beyond the Subtitle: Remapping European Art Cinema by Mark Betz.
* “Wet Dreams (1974)” by Giles Clark at Psychotic Cinema.
* “We Can’t Go Home Again” by Tom Farrell at La Furia Umana.
* “The Janitor” by Cullen Gallagher at Not Coming to a Theater Near You.
* I’m a Stranger Here Myself (1975), directed by David Halpern.
* “Dangerous Talents” by Sam Kashner, Vanity Fair, March 2005.
* Nicholas Ray: The Glorious Failure of an American Director by Patrick McGilligan.
* I Was Interrupted: Nicholas Ray on Making Movies by Nicholas Ray and Susan Ray.
* “Bigger Than Life: The Man Who Left His Will on Film” by Jonathan Rosenbaum at
* Rebel Without a Cause: Approaches to a Maverick Masterwork by John David Slocum.
* Fantasies of Femininity by Jane Ussher.
* “Nicholas Ray’s ‘The Janitor'” by Ignatiy Vishnevetskyat Sounds, Images.
* Movies in the World.


  1. Very interesting article. WET DREAMS had a UK theatrical release under the title DREAMS OF THIRTEEN. This print was also released on video in the early 80s: – it contains the original English soundtrack of Ray’s segment, though a few shots were cut by the UK censor. I find the film fascinating for the way in which it clarifies the structure of Ray’s last few films, which are full of clashes between superego and id figures (Walt and Cottonmouth in WIND ACROSS THE EVERGLADES, Christ and Barrabas in KING OF KINGS, etc.). Here, Ray plays both the id and the superego.

  2. Very interesting article. WET DREAMS had a UK theatrical release under the title DREAMS OF THIRTEEN. This print was also released on video in the early 80s: – it contains the original English soundtrack of Ray’s segment, though a few shots were cut by the UK censor. I find the film fascinating for the way in which it clarifies the structure of Ray’s last few films, which are full of clashes between superego and id figures (Walt and Cottonmouth in WIND ACROSS THE EVERGLADES, Christ and Barrabas in KING OF KINGS, etc.). Here, Ray plays both the id and the superego. – Brad Stevens.

  3. Interesting, Brad — I find it surprising that the UK VHS doesn’t get more mention in the US. A search on Dreams of Thirteen produces more info on who was behind the film: Jim Haynes possibly, Cinreal Film in Berlin and Film Group One in Amsterdam.

  4. That UK video was hard to find even back in the early 80s, so I doubt many people have seen it. The French-dubbed version of THE JANITOR is now on YouTube, with English subtitles – – Those subtitles misrepresent much of the dialogue: the person Ray refers to at the beginning is not ‘van Der Riout’, but rather ‘Vanderhyde’ ‘Ray’s psychiatrist). At the start of the English-language version, Ray begins his narration by saying “Dream 13”, although the title that precedes the film identifies it as Dream 12. Ray was probably under the impression that his contribution would be the last to appear (perhaps the producer thought it was too downbeat to end the film with).

  5. I think the whole anthology would have worked better had “The Janitor” been last. The final one was a weak offering, in my opinion, and burning the screen would have capped the anthology much better.

  6. Glad someone else wrote about this. I went into this expecting some kind of new low, something akin to Ed Wood’s later descent into grim pornography (and maybe even a bit worse, since Ray actually had talent), but it ended up a strangely satisfying coda that allowed Ray to deliver an autobiography the way he does best, with film. It’s even kind of heartbreaking, the broken-down (if still playful and rakish) janitor imagining himself the beloved messenger, only to grow disgusted with that image and kill it. But it’s also exciting, more than a little funny and a brilliant progression of his ideas of collapsing dualities using cinema itself along with dialectical characters. I now really want to see the restoration of We Can’t Go Home again to see if and how he might have followed these lines with a long-format work.

  7. Stacia, better late than never (I just made that up!–lie!) This was fascinating! I knew absolutely nothing about Wet Dreams, Ray’s Janitor or anything else regarding this work. It does sound as though the Janitor was not meant to be the kind of soft porn you described the other parts to be, but it does come awfully close. for Ray to play both parts was most interesting to me. I would imagine this is not well known because most people would rather not know that the director of King of Kings and Rebel Without A Cause did a scene simulating oral sex.

    Ray was his own man, that’s for sure. Perhaps he did’t mean to, but it seems that in doing The Janitor, Ray at least gave the impression that he was doing what the quote you opened with said not to: “never consciously put … own neuroses on the screen.” It seems the key word here is “consciously.”

    Just as an aside, I remember King of Kings being referred to as “I Was A Teenage Jesus” because of Jeffrey Hunter’s teen idol status at the time. I actually thought he did very well, and didn’t expect that when I saw it as an adult. That speaks not only to Hunter’s abilities, but mainly Ray’s directing talents that pulled this off.

    Fascinating article, Stacia, with interesting history about a movie of which I was no aware.

  8. I do think Ray thought he was poking fun at himself and the iconic status he was enjoying at the time he made The Janitor, but it’s very likely he was in a bit of denial about his own neuroses and ended up saying more on screen than he had intended.

  9. Well, it’s pretty hard not to let yourself come through when you create something. Happens in writing all the time, and sometimes you see something too personal in your own piece of work that causes you to hurriedly do some cutting and editing! It’s when you don’t catch it until it is already written and posted that it REALLY makes you shudder! LOL!

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