Wednesday, April 6, 2022
A Gay Man Watches Straight Porn #5: ‘A Woman’s Torment’
Saturday, October 30, 2021
More Flaccid than Fabulous
Interview with the Vampire had potential, but then they cast this guy. |
Which is how I ended up watching the 2011 British “film” VAMPIRES: BRIGHTER IN DARKNESS.
Like any cute, young gay man, Toby Brighter (puppy-eyed Dan Briggs) has had trouble getting dates in the six months following his breakup, so his sister Charlotte (Rebecca Eastman, deftly making her obnoxious character insufferable) has secured him a blind date via a gay dating website. Though Toby doesn’t have high hopes the date will be a success, he nevertheless bathes for the occasion.
And gets our hopes up for what will follow. |
But just as Toby is about to enter his flat, Lucas appears on his doorstep, only now Lucas is more menacing and rape-y than suave and charming. Through the power of boners, he convinces Toby to invite him inside, whereupon the two make-out hot and heavy. What the audience knows but Toby doesn’t is Lucas is a vampire!
Except the man on top of Toby isn’t Lucas but Lucas’ jealous ex Anthony (James MacCorkindale), who shape-shifts back into his true form when Lucas appears at the front door. Toby manages to invite Lucas inside before he bleeds out and, after lots of hissing, growling and fast-forward action, Lucas fights Anthony off. This leaves Lucas with a choice: let Toby die or make him a fellow vamp. He makes Toby one of the undead, of course, though he at least asks Toby’s permission, as he’s a gentleman. So much for taking things slow.
Anthony and Lucas prepare to do battle, yet I’m preoccupied with thoughts about doing something with that drab kitchen. Painting those cabinets a different color would do wonders. |
Get comfortable with this expression. Abigail Law-Briggs wears it for the movie’s entirety. |
I should’ve done cocaine.
Experience the horror of ’90s caliber CGI. |
Admittedly, this scene was kinda’ cool. |
Davitt went on to make a sequel, Vampires: Lucas Rising, but given that I spent the last 45 minutes of Brighter in Darkness wishing it would just fucking end already! I decided to give it a miss. So instead, I watched VAMPIRE BOYS (also 2011). I doubted it would be much better, but at least it was significantly shorter.
These vampires are also invulnerable to sunlight and Hot Topic jewelry. |
“Los Angeles, City of Angels,” Jasin says in a stilted approximation of wistful. “Let us hope I find mine.”
Jasin finds his angel, and his angel has a dick. Said dick is attached to Caleb (Christian Ferrer), a twink college student who has just moved to L.A. from Ohio. Caleb is sharing a house with fellow student Paul (Ryan Adames, who also contributed some songs to the soundtrack), who says his parents used to own the house then immediately contradicts that statement when he tells Caleb his parents own the house free and clear. (Regardless, someone needs to tend to that lawn.) Paul is clearly interested in Caleb, and Caleb encourages his interest by walking around the house in his boxer briefs.
Christian Ferrer and Ryan Adames introduce us to the concept of Sub-DeCoteau Cinema. |
Jasin Lockhart tries to maintain some dignity while Dylan Vox channels Bette Midler in Hocus Pocus. |
Vampire Boys is indeed not much better than Vampires: Brighter in Darkness. In fact, it’s actually a little worse. Sure, Vampire Boys doesn’t have the Spawn-caliber CGI, the all-over-the-place story, or the patience-trying runtime, and the movie even sweetens the deal with some full-frontal nudity...
Why is this man smiling? |
Asked and answered. And in case you’re wondering, yes, he has. |
...but Brighter in Darkness at least had heart. For all its shortcomings, you can tell the people involved gave a shit. Vampire Boys, on the other hand, is just one more thing released in 2011—when the Twilight Saga was still dominating the box office—that’s cashing in on the vampire craze. I’m not against cashing in, but at least be creative about it. Creativity, however, is perhaps too much to ask from a screenplay written by the same man who gave us Reptisaurus and The Amazing Bulk, and Charlie Vaughn’s directing does little to help matters. It’s a porn parody with all the sex and parody cut out, making its hour and nine-minute runtime feel like 109 minutes. Oh, well, at least they refrained from titling it Vampire Boyz.
‘Want Some Hot Fuckhole?’
As with Vampires etc., I was so grateful when Vampire Boys reached the end credits that I didn’t even consider watching its sequel, Vampire Boys 2. I was sick of watching cock-teasing gay vampire movies. I wanted some movies that would put out. So, I cruised the sleazier side of the internet went home with Tom DeSimone’s SONS OF SATAN (1973) and Roger Earl’s GAYRACULA (1983).
The plot of Sons of Satan offers nothing new beyond replacing blood and guts with boners and cum. Jonathan Trent (Tom Paine), rocking a pair of polyester bell-bottoms and stacked heels, visits the home of “Natas” (nope, not obvious at all) in his search for his missing brother Clark. Though Natas’ name and address were found among Clark’s things, Mr. Natas’ caftan-wearing manservant, radiating bitter antiques dealer energy, sniffs that he knows nothing of Jonathan’s missing brother, that the master of the house is unavailable, and that ring in a display case that looks exactly like the one-of-a-kind that Jonathan gave Clark has been locked that case for over 200 years. Good day, sir!Jonathan politely fucks off, then reconsiders and breaks back into Natas’ house, discovering that Clark has joined a vampire worshiping cult! He just as quickly learns that “interruptions in our services are never tolerated, Mr. Trent.” His punishment: providing nourishment to the cum-hungry Natas!
Clark (Shannon) prepares to give his master his ‘life force’ (not to be confused with Tobe Hooper’s Lifeforce). |
Natas awakens to a chalice of freshly squeezed jizz. |
That said, though Sons of Satan isn’t one of DeSimone’s better porn movies, it’s hardly his worst. It has the look of a cheap drive-in horror, which I appreciated, and its atmosphere is appropriately claustrophobic and creepy. But even cheap drive-in horrors—or Vampire Boys—have outfitted their vampires with more convincing fangs. Seeing Darryl Hughes, as the unduly tan Natas, struggle to keep his plastic vampire teeth in his mouth kills the mood, be that mood spooky or sexy. As for the sex…meh. Other than some cum-guzzling and a bit of incest (Jonathan is “forced” to suck off Clark, played by a blond cutie billed simply as Shannon), it’s all fairly bland. Still, Sons of Satan manages to have more bite than either Vampires: Brighter in Darkness or Vampire Boys.
Who says Sons of Satan isn’t scary? Just look at that wallpaper! |
Jonathan (Tom Paine) is about to be initiated into the Sons of Satan. |
The cardboard castle of the Marquis de Suede |
As much as Gaylord enjoyed the Marquis’ “tight, and moist, and hot” ass, he’s not as appreciative of being made into one of the undead. And so he vows revenge on the Marquis, whom he learns 200 years later, is running a nightclub in Los Angeles.
“I traveled inelegantly but effectively.” |
Michael Christopher: Master thespian. |
Though not in the way one would expect. |
The rhythm doesn’t get everybody. |
After taking a stroll into the club’s backroom for a quickie, Gaylord returns to the main room of the club to check out another performance, this one featuring hunky Ray Medina. Medina’s act includes popping a cork or something out of his foreskin, pulling a chain attached to his leather-cuffed balls, and, in a moment that is either hilarious or sexually traumatizing, periodically shitting out silver balls, complete with farting sound effects. (How I wish I was present to witness the audience reaction to that scene when this movie was screened for a benefit for the Los Angeles Gay and Lesbian Center.)
Performance artist Tim Medina. |
If you’re wondering if the movie—and it is a movie, shot on film, not video—might try to top this moment, let me assure you/burst your bubble: it doesn’t. After watching Medina’s act, which ends with him fucking the rhythm-challenged dancer seen previously, Gaylord invites the Marquis back to his place for a threesome with Boris. But once the guys nut, Gaylord chains up the Marquis and prepares to drive a stake through his heart. To spare his undead life, the Marquis tells Gaylord of a way to break the vampire’s curse: take the virginity of a man he truly loves, in this case Randy (Randal Butler, another one-and-done performer), a waiter barely glimpsed earlier at the Marquis’ club. Once Randy is deflowered (sure), the Marquis performs a ritual (i.e., an orgy with some mild BDSM). Gaylord plays along until he gets off, after which he rids himself—and the world—of the Marquis for good.
Leaving Randy and Gaylord free to frolic in the pool happily ever after. |
Can I interest you in an ... Egyptian feast? |
Monday, March 15, 2021
A Gay Man Watches Straight Porn #4: ‘Roommates’
Roommates, the Beaches of adult movies. |
I don’t mean “chick flick” as a pejorative — honey, I love chick flicks — it’s just surprising to encounter one in the genre of adult film, especially one made in 1982, two years before Candida Royalle founded Femme Productions, and directed by a man. Of course, the director in question, the late Chuck Vincent, was gay, so maybe it’s not that surprising that he’d make a movie that’s reminiscent of A Life of Her Own or a less outrageous Valley of the Dolls.
ROOMMATES is the story of three young women — yes, roommates — trying to make it in New York City’s entertainment industry. There’s Joan (Veronica Hart), a naïve drama student who moves to the city to pursue a career in theater, even though she’ll be separated from her married college drama instructor, with whom she’s having an affair. Sherry (Kelly Nichols) is a model who’s decided to stay in NYC because she’s “tired of those Hollywood jerkoffs.” Billie (Samantha Fox) is an ex-call girl embarking on a career as as an assistant producer of TV commercials, taking in roommates so she can remain in her chic-for-1982 high rise apartment.
Billie tries not to be intimidated by her former madam’s (Gloria Leonard) hat. |
We immediately get a sense of each of the three characters in their first scene together. Billie is friendly but understandably guarded. Sherry is a bit cold, more interested in taking advantage of the city’s club scene than making new gal pals. Joan, on the other hand, desperately wants to make friends, and she tries several times to engage Sherry in a conversation, never picking up on the fact that the model has little patience for her sunny optimism. Joan is also the most sheltered of the women (when Sherry asks for Jack Daniels straight up, Joan says she’ll have the same thing “with orange juice, please”), clearly not realizing you try to take a bite out of the Big Apple, the Apple bites back.
Fortunately for Joan, she’s kind of the comic relief character so the Apple’s bite isn’t too deep. There’s a funny audition montage where we see Joan calibrate each succeeding reading or interview answer based on her previous audition (e.g., after giving her age as 25 she’s told she’s too old for the part; at the next audition she gives her age as 21, only to be told they’re looking for someone “with a little more maturity”). After a string of rejections, she ends up at a small showcase theater where she meets Eddie (Jerry Butler, the hottest guy in the cast), who gives her a little coaching before she auditions, advising her to lose her glasses because this movie, like its Hollywood analog, believes women only wear glasses to look frumpy.
Then again, Joan’s glasses are fucking hideous. |
Joan pleads for her lover (Don Peterson) to give her the courtesy of a reciprocal orgasm. |
Things aren’t going as smoothly for her roommates. Billie impresses her co-workers, especially Jim the jingle writer (Jack Wrangler, a fixture in gay porn but cheerfully eating pussy nonetheless). But it turns out Billie’s sleazy boss Marv (Bobby Astyr, Fox’s real life boyfriend at the time) is a former john, something you’d think she’d have discovered during the interview process. He proposes that she could make additional cash by “entertaining” prospective advertising clients — that is, if she values her job. To add insult to injury, the first man Billie is whored out to is Ron Jeremy.
And this is Ron Jeremy when he was at his most fuckable. |
Jamie Gillis has Kelly Nichols’ panties as an appetizer. |
Our three heroines are all pushed to the brink in various ways, with Joan again having the softest landing. While serving her professor/lover and his wife at the restaurant where she works, Joan learns the couple are going to have a baby, ergo Joan will always be the side piece. Eddie is there to give her a shoulder to cry on, and a few scenes later, a new man to love, Eddie evidently not that gay. (My first thought was, Great, Joan’s gotten herself into another doomed relationship, but then I remembered that Wrangler was happily married to a woman, though in the documentary Wrangler: Anatomy of an Icon, he described their sex life as “masturbatory.”)
If Eddie took the time to light all these candles, you know he’ll take time to find Joan’s G-spot. |
Meanwhile, Marv leases Billie out to a bachelor party, then pressures her to give him a BJ in the men’s room—during the filming of a cat food commercial, no less. Billie puts on a smiling face for the guys at the party, but there’s no masking her feelings when the groom shows up (you get one guess who the guest of honor is). Billie isn’t the first person to reassess her career while getting fucked, though for most of us that’s a figurative, not literal, fucking.
Samantha Fox’s I’ll-bite-your-dick-off face. |
Sherry has it worse still, getting violently attacked by Paul while she’s alone in the apartment. It’s a pretty harrowing scene, with Gillis so convincingly terrifying that I wondered if Nichols was acting or if she really was afraid for her life. Sherry survives the encounter and decides that she needs to make some changes if she expects to see her thirtieth birthday.
A Great Adult Film, Sub-par Porn
Critic Judith Crist praised Roommates for its “frankness, humor and heart.” Presumably she had no issue with the movie having only two cumshots. |
As good as it is as a film, I don’t see it appealing to my straight brethren. The sex scenes, while plentiful, are brief, allowing more time for all that character and story development. Also, unlike most porn movies, the sex scenes are actually part of the storytelling and not just inserted (so to speak) to get the audience jacking, meaning their tone is dictated by the narrative, and considering that sex for our three main characters is usually unfulfilling, transactional and/or abusive, that tone is usually less than erotic (unless you’re a misogynist asshole). There are, in fact, only two scenes in the whole movie — the one with Fox and Wrangler, the other between Hart and Butler* — that are truly romantic, and they go by so fast that only guys suffering from premature ejaculation or still in their teens will be able to get off before they’re over.
“Ta-da!” |
According to A History of X: 100 Years of Sex in Film, Roommates, wasn’t a huge success when first released as the thoughts of Judith Crist aren’t generally considered by men seeking masturbation material. “Somebody looking to get off would rather see five barrels of cum on some girl’s face than emotion or drama,” the book quotes Jerry Butler.
Sexy? (via GIPHY)
Five barrels of cum? That’s... gross, actually, but Butler’s point is well taken. I wonder if the movie would’ve fared better marketed to women, or, more accurately, if the porn industry and American culture at the time (this was back when WAP meant something entirely different) acknowledged that a female market for porn even existed.Joan and Sherry say good-bye to their security deposits. |
I didn’t watch Roommates with masturbation in mind, so I had no problem enjoying it as a movie. In fact, I think it would have worked better as a softcore film. It really is an X-rated movie with an R-rated heart. So, I guess it’s no surprise that the bulk of Vincent’s output during the 1980s was R-rated fare like Hollywood Hot Tubs, Warrior Queen and Bedroom Eyes II, with his last film being the sexploitation comedy New York’s Finest (also featuring Veronica Hart) before his death of AIDS in 1991.
*Interesting that the two sex scenes that appear mutually enjoyable involve a performer who identified as gay IRL and a gay character. I wonder if this was intentional on Vincent’s part.
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