I once produced a small collection of adult film reviews for those who appreciate the cinematic art of contemporary adult film.
The content had nothing to do with pornography or pornographic film. More accurately, it featured a compilation of reviews of selected adult orientated films; as distinct to pornographic film.
Adult film reviews you ask? Allow me to explain. It was a typically cold and wet day in 2002. There I was in bed marvelling at how thought impulses and consequently actions can be dictated by the activities of the groin. How powerful it is, that which we refer to as the libido. A blinding anatomical force that can ignite the most restful and content soul, given the right circumstances, the right stimuli; be it sight and/or sound and/or smell and/or touch. A force experienced by all us mortals and in my particular case, it shamelessly swept me into a course of action.
The stimulus to write my first film review, in this case Unfaithful, starring Richard Gere and Diane Lane, presented itself during a period of convalescence that cold and wet Saturday afternoon. There I was lying in bed, experiencing a moderate amount of lower abdominal pain following a short stay in hospital. Oh yes, the surgery had gone smoothly but until our medical fraternity learns how to switch pain off at the source we seek solace with the seemingly primitive and hopelessly un-localized pain management methods of our time. I refer, of course, to the usual cocktail of Paracetamol, Codeine Phosphate and Ibuprofen.
But not even post-op pain can quell a human's spontaneous ability to be sexually aroused. As I brooded my sorry state, and in particular my inability to satisfy an escalating urge to deliberately fall into a state of complete concupiscence with a woman, I come across a radio film analysis whilst despondently scanning the AM frequencies for something to seize the attention. And so it did, I'm not sure whether it was Diane Lanes' background cries of ecstasy or the reviewers dialogue as he casually tossed around terms and phrases like "as he touched her you actually see the flesh vibrating", "juicy illicit passion", "an expressive account of a woman in mid-life, for the first time truly, madly deeply in lust". I am sure it was both. Within the hour I fire up the broadband and viewed a large high quality trailer download. In this instance, the scene on the passenger train as she re-lived a recent sexual encounter. And so came the spur to seek out the entire show and produce the review. In retrospect it was simply a case of the right stimuli at the right time, the fusing and total integration of two wavelengths, one of which rested in my mind...marketing practitioners rejoice.
I could not have anticipated the positive feedback following the review and so, some months later, I decided to continue on with my new found vocation and review other films of the same genre; namely, adult orientated drama.
I never referred to myself as a film reviewer or film critic per se. I did not have the established prerequisites normally associated with the profession - a journalistic background in addition to good knowledge of cinematic history, philosophy and relevant biographies. Nor was I educated in the annals of film arts and the critical theory of the medium. Accordingly, it is with respect that I put forward the term "reviews". I am, however, comfortable to refer to myself as a writer of sorts.
The content presented brought together film reviews of a genre of interest to me at the time.
For mine a good film review will replay the experience the reviewer had upon viewing the film. This will be based on subjective preferences, feelings and emotions and it can say as much about the reviewer, the society which produced the analysis, and the current state of affairs under which the film was viewed, than about the actual motion picture. A logic which very much applies to me as anyone else. As Anais Nin would say: "We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are".
Generally speaking, the sensual elements of the featured films focus directly and indirectly on themes which incorporate evocative and erotic love scenes - sex. Fortunately, in the erotic context, the content is not in all cases explicit, or otherwise said, pornographic.
Accordingly, and by design, I sought to distance the page content and framework from any connotations related to pornography or related overtones. Quite conversely, albeit subjectively, erotica is art as it deals with the more unambiguous elements of sex. The film subject matter is developed aesthetically, artistically and beautifully. Good adult cinema cultivates the characters, place, story and brings forth emotional content and thus viewer involvement. Enjoy!
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The Great Beauty and I Film Review by Otto Marasco
