Henry & June is full of every cliché about Paris and writers – garrets and fog and life-as-art and the whole demi-monde business (no Eiffel Tower establishing shot). Clichés have to start somewhere and the Paris Anais Nin and Henry Miller wrote in had those qualities. I guess that the first-person nature of Nin and Miller’s writing makes much of this happen.
What I enjoyed in the film was the presence of plenty of dogs, which seems to fit a different, but less writer’s-life, set of Parisian cliches.