Anna Span talks a good game in describing her approach to Adult Entertainment from a woman's point-of-view and I like her work, BUT, and it's a big but, to paraphrase that famous veep debate line Lloyd Bentsen used on Dan Quayle 28 years ago, I knew Candida Royalle, and you're no Candida Royalle, Ms. Span.
She travels to Bermondsey St. And sets her 5 porn vignettes on location in Southwark, a colorful section of London featuring the Tate Gallery. Local color and her encouraging naturalistic performances are the best things in the video, but once the humping begins it is indistinguishable from hundreds of other Brit porn efforts of this period.
In a bonus addendum, Span explains her philosophy but I found no real evidence visually of her so-called woman's point-of-view, namely a third of the shots aimed at the men. Her notion that the camera is obsessed with the female form, a situation that needs to be corrected (in order that women viewers can gaze at men) is simply wrong-headed, perhaps appropriate to pornography during the ancient soft-core era (of the '60s). Hardcore porn is primarily cock-centric, with the women there to give blow-jobs or be impaled by increasingly bigger and bigger cocks. It is the male and his member in particular that are the sex objects on screen, the only true corrective being Lesbian cinema and its all-female casts.
Dynamic duo of Poppy Morgan and Jamie Brooks get things off with a bang, picked up while shopping at the Borough Market (shot in guerrilla filmmaking mode by Anna). Resulting threesome with a guy named Mark Marais is hot sex.
Mark returned immediately to have sex with a groupie named Kiera who is also an instant pickup and infatuated with the notion that he's a porn star. Irony here is that even though Mark appears regularly for Anna ("Hoxton Honeys" is one such title) he never graduated beyond the lowly level of grinding out quickies with titles like "Slags & Stags" (no offense to the hard-working femmes termed slags by creepy UK pornographers).
Other segments are fairly lame, as in Steve Hooper humping a no-namer called Viada; lesbians Bambi and Rhiannon getting it on, and early Brit Porn workhorse Lee Henshaw having it off with "Jayne". Span's pretense that she is doing something important and worthy of note is belied by the fact that Cathy Barry and her husband Phil were making better, if wholly conventional, porn videos at this same time without the critical huzzahs.
So keep up the good work, Ms. Span -just don't think you're finding a cure for cancer or something equally laudable. Get real.
She travels to Bermondsey St. And sets her 5 porn vignettes on location in Southwark, a colorful section of London featuring the Tate Gallery. Local color and her encouraging naturalistic performances are the best things in the video, but once the humping begins it is indistinguishable from hundreds of other Brit porn efforts of this period.
In a bonus addendum, Span explains her philosophy but I found no real evidence visually of her so-called woman's point-of-view, namely a third of the shots aimed at the men. Her notion that the camera is obsessed with the female form, a situation that needs to be corrected (in order that women viewers can gaze at men) is simply wrong-headed, perhaps appropriate to pornography during the ancient soft-core era (of the '60s). Hardcore porn is primarily cock-centric, with the women there to give blow-jobs or be impaled by increasingly bigger and bigger cocks. It is the male and his member in particular that are the sex objects on screen, the only true corrective being Lesbian cinema and its all-female casts.
Dynamic duo of Poppy Morgan and Jamie Brooks get things off with a bang, picked up while shopping at the Borough Market (shot in guerrilla filmmaking mode by Anna). Resulting threesome with a guy named Mark Marais is hot sex.
Mark returned immediately to have sex with a groupie named Kiera who is also an instant pickup and infatuated with the notion that he's a porn star. Irony here is that even though Mark appears regularly for Anna ("Hoxton Honeys" is one such title) he never graduated beyond the lowly level of grinding out quickies with titles like "Slags & Stags" (no offense to the hard-working femmes termed slags by creepy UK pornographers).
Other segments are fairly lame, as in Steve Hooper humping a no-namer called Viada; lesbians Bambi and Rhiannon getting it on, and early Brit Porn workhorse Lee Henshaw having it off with "Jayne". Span's pretense that she is doing something important and worthy of note is belied by the fact that Cathy Barry and her husband Phil were making better, if wholly conventional, porn videos at this same time without the critical huzzahs.
So keep up the good work, Ms. Span -just don't think you're finding a cure for cancer or something equally laudable. Get real.