Some years back I watched the 'Louis Theroux's Weird Weekends'' crew visit The San Fernando Valley and The San Andreas Valley; CA., by appointment, to a behind-the-scenes of a gay-porn movie set. By the end of the segment Theroux asked one of the sex performers whether he was gay or bi sexual.
The answer he gave was nothing short of a second or two on the 'Ol' Sparky'; 'I'm straight.' He said while getting on his 'Cannondale Mountain' and putting on a shiny blue headgear. Theroux did not say anything, but the guy saw his face and said, 'I make 3,500 an hour, that's probably more than you make in a week.' Then he rode off.
The porn industry is worth a sweet twenty billion USD; annual, with an intricate and detailed distribution network for thousands of DVDs being made yearly; that, compared to how much material is being made and what is in it, brings up concerns when the filmmakers go to the office (made of mahogany lumber) of the AVN President, Paul Fishbein. He does not seem too happy about the independent 'porn pickets' being formed and sold with labels like Vivid, Elegant Angel, etc.
The documentary introduces the main players to us in a Pop Culture manner, which is nice to watch and a relief from watching complex tales being unfolded. You see a performer getting ready (read: rectal examination) for a scene, speaking straight into the camera and wincing at times (we hear the gloved examiner apologize and say strange things in the back), and it cuts to the same performer in a glamour pose with her name and title on the top left.
Names like; Sasha Grey, Mark Spiegler, Belladona, Otto Bauer accompanied with a title, like 'The Rookie' or 'The Professional, 'The Legend', The Pimp', et al.
The movie shows you the money, the big houses previously owned by Hollywood stars, the parties in those houses. It only hints at drug abuse and tells us a tale of a 70's porn starlet who was raped by a fan and decided to leave the industry and become a doctor, Dr Sharon Mitchell. She runs AIM and offers all sort of treatment and advice to people in porn or those who want to join. It also shows us young women doing porn to pay off their college tuition or simply to have the time of their lives, if even only for a few years.
It gives us a psychological yet an objective view of the inside (you get to hear some outlandish reasons for entering porn), where sex and money and glamour reign but those also happen to be the entrance to a tunnel whose other end opens to nothingness.
It shows the girls being forced to 'do more'. In other instances, the girls are said to have not been informed of the nature of the scene (anal, bondage, interracial) but do not protest, being new to the sharks and the money and all that melodrama.
As a matter of fact these beautiful yet mostly tormented people know that they are isolated from society because of what they do, yet they try and make their lives as close to normal as possible.
The film shows some of the most gorgeous women who perform extreme sexual acts, filling gas, rocking their baby to sleep, buying grocery, getting penetrated by four well-hung African Americans as the husband or boyfriend watches with an empty and sometimes anxious look in the eyes. It's kind of like, 'bring spouse to work' day.
The mood is changing throughout the film, with a rather desolate ending, or rather, endings as everyone goes their ways - they move on. The contrast is what brings surrealism to the screen. One minute you're watching a hardcore cream-pie scene (the works), where the lady is being treated like a dog and the next minute the same lady is on the phone with her mum, cooking dinner and taking advice.
'The real name of the film is "Extreme Violations", but don't let the ladies know that, yet.' Otto Bauer (adult performer/director) to his crew while they snicker away.
Overwhelming and uncomfortable on many levels.
The answer he gave was nothing short of a second or two on the 'Ol' Sparky'; 'I'm straight.' He said while getting on his 'Cannondale Mountain' and putting on a shiny blue headgear. Theroux did not say anything, but the guy saw his face and said, 'I make 3,500 an hour, that's probably more than you make in a week.' Then he rode off.
The porn industry is worth a sweet twenty billion USD; annual, with an intricate and detailed distribution network for thousands of DVDs being made yearly; that, compared to how much material is being made and what is in it, brings up concerns when the filmmakers go to the office (made of mahogany lumber) of the AVN President, Paul Fishbein. He does not seem too happy about the independent 'porn pickets' being formed and sold with labels like Vivid, Elegant Angel, etc.
The documentary introduces the main players to us in a Pop Culture manner, which is nice to watch and a relief from watching complex tales being unfolded. You see a performer getting ready (read: rectal examination) for a scene, speaking straight into the camera and wincing at times (we hear the gloved examiner apologize and say strange things in the back), and it cuts to the same performer in a glamour pose with her name and title on the top left.
Names like; Sasha Grey, Mark Spiegler, Belladona, Otto Bauer accompanied with a title, like 'The Rookie' or 'The Professional, 'The Legend', The Pimp', et al.
The movie shows you the money, the big houses previously owned by Hollywood stars, the parties in those houses. It only hints at drug abuse and tells us a tale of a 70's porn starlet who was raped by a fan and decided to leave the industry and become a doctor, Dr Sharon Mitchell. She runs AIM and offers all sort of treatment and advice to people in porn or those who want to join. It also shows us young women doing porn to pay off their college tuition or simply to have the time of their lives, if even only for a few years.
It gives us a psychological yet an objective view of the inside (you get to hear some outlandish reasons for entering porn), where sex and money and glamour reign but those also happen to be the entrance to a tunnel whose other end opens to nothingness.
It shows the girls being forced to 'do more'. In other instances, the girls are said to have not been informed of the nature of the scene (anal, bondage, interracial) but do not protest, being new to the sharks and the money and all that melodrama.
As a matter of fact these beautiful yet mostly tormented people know that they are isolated from society because of what they do, yet they try and make their lives as close to normal as possible.
The film shows some of the most gorgeous women who perform extreme sexual acts, filling gas, rocking their baby to sleep, buying grocery, getting penetrated by four well-hung African Americans as the husband or boyfriend watches with an empty and sometimes anxious look in the eyes. It's kind of like, 'bring spouse to work' day.
The mood is changing throughout the film, with a rather desolate ending, or rather, endings as everyone goes their ways - they move on. The contrast is what brings surrealism to the screen. One minute you're watching a hardcore cream-pie scene (the works), where the lady is being treated like a dog and the next minute the same lady is on the phone with her mum, cooking dinner and taking advice.
'The real name of the film is "Extreme Violations", but don't let the ladies know that, yet.' Otto Bauer (adult performer/director) to his crew while they snicker away.
Overwhelming and uncomfortable on many levels.