I like to blame folks like Jim Holliday, Max Hardcore and Rob Black for the destruction of Adult Eroticism starting back in the 1990s, as all three following Gresham's Law drove out the good Adult Entertainment in favor of low-grade crap, or "Gonzo" porn as it is called, with apologies to Hunter S. Thompson.
Here we have Jim narrating some nauseating and condescending drivel about the lousy vignettes he has commissioned, putting on the mantle of "great authority" with which to manipulate an audience into thinking bad is good, up is down, the usual mindlessness that decades later Trump would perfect.
Top talent humps away in poorly directed cliche scenes (a stewardess, a nurse, etc.) that are no different from stag movies of old, except glossier, but given some importance by Jim. It's mind numbing to watch and I'm adding it to IMDb just for the record.
Here we have Jim narrating some nauseating and condescending drivel about the lousy vignettes he has commissioned, putting on the mantle of "great authority" with which to manipulate an audience into thinking bad is good, up is down, the usual mindlessness that decades later Trump would perfect.
Top talent humps away in poorly directed cliche scenes (a stewardess, a nurse, etc.) that are no different from stag movies of old, except glossier, but given some importance by Jim. It's mind numbing to watch and I'm adding it to IMDb just for the record.