By Charles Lam
By Joel Beers
By LP Hastings
By Dave Barton
By LP Hastings
By Joel Beers
By LP Hastings
Onethingaboutpornography—it'sfuckinghard to write about (pardon my French). I mean, how does one approach the subject? By striking a kind of swaggering, self-congratulatory, pro-pornography posture? ("Yeah, I really do like to ejaculate to Jenna Jameson!") By taking the moral high ground? Or, God forbid, by making yet another lame joke about how bad the dialogue is in porn movies?
The truth of the matter is that most images of sex, moving or otherwise, are incredibly boring. Ditto discussions of sex, to say nothing of dissections of same. Though I revere Camille Paglia's earlier, groundbreaking essays on pornography, my mind begins to drift when I read Charles Taylor waxing—honestly, but a bit too poetically for my taste—about "the golden age of porn," or when Sally Tisdale starts talking dirty to me. When ingesting essays and books like these, I actually find myself longing for the insane rants of anti-porn crusader Andrea Dworkin, who's at least entertaining in her psychotic fervor.
So much for the literati. What say pornographers themselves? Many insiders—responding eagerly to the opportunities presented by the nostalgia-tinged neo–"porn chic" so many writers and critics and professional sex enthusiasts have glommed onto of late—have indeed begun to find their voice. This revival of interest in the "good" old days, spurred on by porn star tell-alls (Jenna Jameson in particular) and, most recently, by Fenton Bailey and Randy Barbato's entertaining if nothing-new documentary InsideDeepThroat(precipitating a re-release of the film that brought porn into the mainstream), offers a kind of "look but don't touch" approach to the industry. Sure, the DeepThroatdoc touches on the nasty side of things, but we also get the standard, self-serving tales of sexual liberation, First Amendment battles, cute '70s clothes and funky cars à la Dirk Diggler. But as Legs McNeil, co-author and indefatigable promoter of the exhaustive and immensely informative TheOtherHollywood:TheUncensoredOralHistoryofthePornFilmIndustry,remarked to me recently over lunch at Musso's, "Deep Throatis a much bigger story than that. If your movie downplays the role of the Peraino family, then you don't have the true story."
That's right, the Peraino family, its patriarch a made member of the Colombo crime family. Forget DeepThroatfilmmaker-cum-hairdresser Gerard Damiano, Gore Vidal and Helen Gurley Brown—all those preening pundits on Susskind and Cavett and Tom Snyder. It was the mob-released Linda Lovelace's sword-swallowing "little giggle" (as Norman Mailer put it), one of the most profitable independent films ever made.
Thisisjustoneofthemanyvitaltidbitstobe gleaned from TheOtherHollywood,a smorgasbord of war stories—some funny, some wistful, many sleazy, many tragic, but all intriguing in the epic and ongoing chapter of the "other counterculture." As those who've trudged in the frontlines discuss "the industry," pornography becomes, finally, absorbing. McNeil, who also wrote that seminal bit of oral punk rock history PleaseKillMe,eschews the familiar theoretical approaches to porn, citing Fordham University professor Walter Kendrick, who wrote in his book TheSecretMuseum:PornographyinModernCulture:"Pornography turns writers and readers alike into amateur psychologists, who never ask what an object is; only what is meant by it . . . Pornography names an argument, not a thing." Says McNeil: "What we [co-authors Jennifer Osborne and Peter Pavia] were trying to do was show you what it is. Then you can argue about it."
Beginning with the relative innocence of what McNeil et al. term "nudie cuties"—e.g., Bettie Page, Bunny Yeager and underground genius Russ Meyer—The OtherHollywoodtraces porn from its original sleazy, mobbed-up business dealings as an illegal industry to its present status as a corporate entity reaping billions of dollars in profits. And they really getthe people—Lovelace, Georgina Spelvin, Harry Reems, Marilyn Chambers, John Holmes, Annie Sprinkle, Traci Lords, Christy Canyon, Ginger Lynn, Savannah, Al Goldstein, Ron Jeremy and Larry Flynt, to name just a few. There are also the fascinating stories of the non-players at the periphery, the undercover FBI agents (including the one who took the pink-Cadillac, gold-medallion lifestyle so far he was eventually fired for shoplifting) and the girlfriends, like Dawn Schiller, John Holmes' put-upon teen lover, who talks about how the nicest thing her dad ever did for her was hold her hair while she puked.
Though some of these participants and bystanders get out of the business alive, many don't fare as well. There was Linda Lovelace's claim that her manager and ex-husband Chuck Traynor held her captive while making DeepThroat(and her dog-sex loop as well), a story no one interviewed in the book believes. (The authors don't believe her either.) There's the murder of porn auteur Jim Mitchell by his porn-auteur brother Artie. There's the infamous John Holmes' Wonderland murders and, of course, his drug addiction and eventual death from AIDS. There's Savannah's suicide, Traci Lords' jailbait. And everything in between, from sex clubs in New York (like Plato's Retreat) to the Los Angeles blond-video-vixen scene, to Pauly Shore, Vince Neil, and Pam and Tommy.
Though TheOtherHollywoodmay awaken your grudging respect for the attempts at artistry by some of the porn pioneers (the Mitchell brothers' BehindtheGreenDoorbeing the extreme case), you won't develop much in the way of nostalgic, fuzzy feelings for the business. What you more often learn is what your grandma told you: Porn is a sleazy business, run by icky men and populated with flaky or downright fractured people. According to McNeil, though, this is no more the case in the porn world than it is in the world of "straight" Hollywood. "Hollywood," he told me, "is dumber than porn. Personally I found E.T.more offensive than any porn film I ever saw."