Archive for April, 2005

More Porn for Women, Women for Porn

Friday, April 29th, 2005

A couple of shout-outs this morning.

The first goes to Audacia Ray of WakingVixen.com. Audacia says she jerks off to our “gorgeous films featuring the sexualities of very real couples.” In addition to having excellent taste in stoke material, Audacia is also a New Yorker with a wicked sensiblity, a fantastic body, and a penchant for exhibitionism. Some ideas starting to brew…

Also a shout-out to Flutterby of KissingInPublic. Flutterby says Comstock Films “is the kind of porn that turns me on!”. Flutterby is also a New Yorker, by way of the Agulhas current.

If you go and read these women’s blogs you’ll quickly see that these are women who love cock, who love to fuck and who love to get off; and approbation from these and other women raises a question. If making “porn for women” means making films that make women like Audacia and Flutterby get all warm and squishy in their girlie parts, why would I want to make porn for men?

-T.C.

No Sadness, Anguish, Pain, or Suffering

Wednesday, April 27th, 2005

Violet Blue is hard at work editing the 2006 edition of Best Women’s Erotica, and today on her blog she writes:

“I don’t know, but I have to say that I’ve noticed a huge difference in the way that previous generations of women have edited erotic anthologies in comparison to my generations’ attitudes about sex. We don’t think that “literary” erotica, especially women’s erotica, needs to be somehow qualified by sadness, anguish, pain or suffering… A message to the publishers and editors (and filmmakers) who imbue the hot fuck with a moral: you’re not relevant anymore… I’m running totally sexually fucking amok with BWE ‘06. I’m tossing OUT all the fucking depressing submissions I’m getting. I want erotica that totally turns my head around, and makes me want to fuck.”

While it’s relatively easy to write a “Penthouse Letters” stroke story with happy ending (no pun intended), it’s no small trick to keep a more substantive story about hot sex from veering into “sadness, anguish, pain or suffering”. Drama requires elements like balance and consequence. Never mind steamy sex, if the characters in a story are having too much fun riding bicycles, you can be sure that someone’s going to have a bad wreck. That’s just the way that story-tellling works. (I think we have the ancient Greeks to thank for this.) Add to that our deep cultural suspicion of pleasure (sexual and otherwise), and it adds up to a lot of stories about people having really great sex, but paying for it in the end. (Let that be a lesson to you, dear reader!)

How then can you tell stories about good sex that don’t end badly? I’ve had some success avoiding sadness, anguish, pain, and suffering by employing the “slice of life” device. In my “hardcore love stories” the much needed sense of drama and consequence comes from constantly being aware that the people on screen are real flesh and blood human beings; that their friends and neighbors and family might see them fucking; that by choosing to share themselves with us in such an intimate way they are, in fact, taking a very real risk.

Of course this “real life” approach is a limited way to explore both sexual pleasure and story telling, and as long as we’ve been doing this work, Mrs.C and I have also been throwing around ideas for how we could produce fictional sex films that wouldn’t tumble off the sadness/anguish/pain/suffering cliff. Between story-telling considerations, audience comfort, and the ever-present constraints of low-budget filmmaking, it’s a tough nut to crack, but I think we’ve laid a good conceptual foundation, and we’ve even got a couple rudimentary of treatments we’re working on. After Violet’s proclamation this morning, I’m very eager to see Best Women’s Erotica 2006. I want to hear more stories about people having good sex and not having to pay for it in the last reel!

Speaking of good sex and happy endings, I’ve got a new tease for you; the first from last February’s San Francisco Bay Area shoot:

Barely out of their teens when they first got together, Matt and Khym spent many years generously taking care of others instead of concentrating on themselves. Now in their thirties, Matt and Khym have taken the time to rediscover the joys of married life and married sex. In this clip, Khym and Matt talk about their first encounter and their first impression of each other, and Khym reveals a surprising secret…

Matt and Khym: Better Then Ever

I think you’ll find this clip utterly free of sadness, anguish, pain or suffering, and hopefully it will make you want to fuck too!

-T.C.

Tony Speaks

Tuesday, April 26th, 2005

Last February, when we were on location in the Bay Area, I had a chance to spend some time with Violet Blue and Carol Queen talking about porn as a part of Neighborhood Public Radio’s series on indecency.

It was my first time on the radio and my first threesome, so I count myself very lucky to have two women as gentle and experienced as Violet and Carol to pop my cherry. Violet’s just posted an .mp3 of my “first time” to her pod cast site; you might enjoy listening to it:

Tony gets tag-teamed by Violet and Carol

-T.C.

No Kevin Bacon

Monday, April 25th, 2005

You remember the scene in Sleepers when they shoot Kevin Bacon? Well last night Mrs.C and I met ADT’s Steph and Drew at McHale’s, along with a couple of other ADT regulars Skronker, Jeff and Bill. Steph and Drew are staying at our place in the city, which meant I didn’t have to pay for my burbon shots (thanks Steph!)

Anyway, about halfway into the evening Skronker says he has to get up and go talk to Brandon Iron and Jamie Gillis. Huh? What? Yeah, Brandon Iron, Jamie Gillis and assorted other porn people are in the back room, and Shronk wants to go schmooze a little. Skronker disappears into the back room while Mrs. C., Steph and I continue to gossip about ADT.

A little while later Brandon comes by the table. We’ve never met in person before, but know each other a little from ADT. I notice Brandon’s Canadian accent and we start talking about (abooout) Canada and nice places we’ve visited. Brandon’s got a slender blonde date who looks all of nineteen. She looks simultaniously bored and intimidated by the grup-talk. Finally Brandon asks if there’s anywhere he can take his date to have some fun. What do people who get paid to perform sex do for fun? Skronker points them to Carolines, I point them to Sound Factory. This seems to be satisfactory; Brandon and his date don’t seem to be looking for a chocolate pudding covered orgy, which is good because I wouldn’t have the first clue as to where you’d find one in NYC.

Steph buys me another burbon and the gossip/shop talk continues. Steph is very funny and very bright, and I feel like I should be talking notes. We swap fantasies about escaping to points East and North. It’s getting late (for me and Mrs.C), so we say our goodbyes. I think the rest of them were just getting started. (After all, this is the city that never sleeps, right?)

There were no shootings, and no Kevin Bacon sightings.

-T.C.

Am I a Punany Poet?

Saturday, April 23rd, 2005

I’ve been splitting my time between Ashley & Kisha, Damon & Hunter, and Matt & Khym. When I get stuck on one, I shift to the next, and if I get stuck altogther I spend time on sales and marketing, or working in the garden with Mrs. C. Earlier this week I got enough done on Ashley and Kisha to put up a teaser, when I had a sudden revelation: Ashley and Kisha are young, black, and gay. I’m old, white, and straight.

Of course I’m being facetious. Even if I had somehow missed it when we shot (I didn’t), you can’t spend day after day working with footage of one black woman riding another black woman’s face without realizing that the footage you’re working with is of young, black lesbians. The revelation was that maybe I’d have to take this into consideration in helping Ashley and Kisha: The Right Fit find its audience. I sent a note to Shine Louise Houston, a San Francisco filmmaker, valued colleague, and young black gay woman:

“I don’t think the Ashley and Kisha page is getting the attention it deserves on our site, and I suspect that some, if not a lot of the reason for that is because I’m so hopelessly white, middle-aged, and straight that I don’t really even begin to know how and where to market it. Ultimately I think A&K have a story that will transcend race, gender and sexuality, but I think the place to start building an audience is with lesbians, especially lesbians of color. I feel somewhat awkward talking about their race and sexuality like this, but both play an important role in their story and their reasons for working with us, and the most important thing is that their story be heard.”

Well as a result of one of Shine’s suggestions, on Friday afternoon I had the most wonderful, hour-long conversation with Jessica Holter, founder of the Punany Poets. You may have seen her and her troupe featured on HBO’s Real Sex 26.

At first I felt a little awkward (”Hi, I’m white and I’m calling you because you’re black.”) But as our conversation ranged from our shared vision of making art about sex that is both passionate and provocative, to the nuts and bolts of production, through the ins and outs of making a self-sustaining business and back again, the awkwardness quickly gave way to a feeling of having found a new friend. Even before we were through talking, we had both stuffed a couple of our films into jiffy envelopes and had them addressed to one another, and we’ll be meeting in person next month when Jessica brings her show to New York.

In the meanwhile, I have gotten some feedback on Ashley and Kisha; from men and women, white and black, gay and straight:

Says Linda Graham 11, “Damn. I don’t normally like g/g stuff, but that was hot!”

Says Lindi, “Nice clip!”

Says Loraine, “I’m not usually moved a great deal by any of the girl/girl scenes I’ve watched in porn. However the two clips from Comstock Films I watched in the last couple of months, including the rather good face rocking action in the Kisha and Ashley clip and a another for Tina and Jenn — have both created a distinctly good feeling in places where it is good to feel good.”

Says JAGnLA, “That scene looks delish to me - as do the two women. And I’ve gotta throw myself in with those that don’t normally go ga-ga over girl-girl stuff: but when they are two sexy women like this and the sex is genuine - not Playboy male-fantasy lesbian sex - it can really be a turn-on.”

I am encouraged by this feedback. In the past few years, sexually explicit material has fractured into an ever-increasing number of what the industry (mis)labels “fetishes”. There are segregations by sex act, by race, by age. There are videos that show nothing but young white women getting fucked in the ass by black men, or videos that show nothing but asian women having sex with each other. I don’t suppose there’s anything wrong with people wanting to see what they want to see (a photo I saw at an early age of Sophia Loren has left me easy prey for the word “Latina”) but as this fractured view of sexuality more and more defines pornography, it seems to imply that the way to reach the audience for graphic sex is by focusing on the most objective, quantifiable elements. I don’t think this is so. I think there ways to depict sex that can transcend race, gender, or sexuality, and Jessica, Linda, JAG and the others are helping to sustain me in my belief that by focusing on the subjective aspects of the sexual experience, I can reach across boundaries of race, or gender, or sexual taste.

Of course differences still matter – Jessica is a African-American woman, raised in the South by old church-going lady who “still had cotton under her fingernails.” I’m second-generation Irish and Jewish, raised the white, middle-class suburbs of the West Coast – but those aren’t the only things that matter, and they’re not always the thing that matters the most. You don’t have to be African-American to be inspired by the story of the Tuskegee Airmen; you don’t have to be Jewish to feel the horror of The Holocaust; you don’t have to be young, black, or a lesbian to know when you’re watching Kisha ride Ashley’s face, you’re seeing something that’s as right as rain.

-T.C.

Rediscovering My Sense of Humor

Thursday, April 21st, 2005

Lately, for every entry I’ve posted to this blog, I’ve got one that I’ve archived. These shelved posts are all of the “angry man, why are they all so stupid” variety. I haven’t posted them because they don’t really reflect how I’m feeling these days (which is mostly very optimistic), but I didn’t throw them away because they had some solid observation or ideas about the current state of affairs in pornland.

Then yesterday Violet Blue posted a Hooray for Independent Porn writeup to her Web site and between that and some good instant message chats and a phone call with El, it felt like something broke free. Maybe it was just getting the chance to laugh so much with El that I thought I might piss myself, or maybe it’s just that the days are longer and warmer, but suddenly a side of my creative self long dormant bubbled back up to the surface - humor.

Believe it or not, people who know me well regard me as a fellow with a pretty good sense of humor. It has, in the long distant past, even found a place in my work. I hope that it might again find a place there soon. (Ask El about the romantic comedy we’re working on.)

In the meantime, I posted the below to the Modern Gonzo is Rehashed, Boring and Unimaginative thead on ADT this morning, but I think you, dear reader, might enjoy it more:


LIVING IN THE ASHES
What Will Follow Gonzo Gold Rush?
March, 2007

Pioneered by John Stagliano, and then fueled by the sudden availablity of cheap digital cameras and even cheaper talent, gonzo quickly rose to prominence in the porn world, virtually displacing features from the minds of dedicated hardcore porn consumers.

“It was fantastic,” said Stephen Dollhair recalling the sudden flood of gonzo titles “There were dozens, even hundreds of titles featuring the beautiful young girls doing the nastiest things!”

And what was good for Dollhair and other masturbators was even better for pornographers. Gone were the days of scripts, locations, and other trapping of filmmaking.

“When you get down to it, making money in porn is about showing girls that you can’t have doing things your wife thinks are disgusting.” said Spike Gonzar, a director who made the transition from feature-style porn to gonzo in the mid-nineties “It turns out that all feature stuff did was slow us down and cost us money. Our core consumer didn’t give a shit about it all, and it turns out most of them don’t care much about framing, focus, or color-balance either.”

But what started as a bonanza for a small group of pornographers quickly turned to a land rush, as hundreds of would-be pornographers, wielding Sony VX-1000 cameras and catchy domain names rushed in to stake their claim.

“It was a crazy time,” remembers Daniel Andrew Clerk, “suddenly girls were cheap, cameras were cheap, and the fans couldn’t get enough. I was cranking out two titles a week, and driving an lowered a F-250 crewcab with spinners.”

But like day-trading internet stocks, or flipping condos in Florida, the boom is almost always followed by a bust, and gonzo porn was no exception.

“Two things caused the gonzo meltdown,” says Tiny Cumstick, industry gadfly and remarkably slow-working pornographer. “The first was that they ran out of nasty – after double anal creampie ass to mouth throat fucking, where do you go? You’ve run out of nasty. I remember when I saw a blowjob video being sold as having the ‘nastiest bitches’. I mean sucking a guy off and making him blow in your mouth hasn’t been nasty since about 1973. It’s 2005, brother, eating cum is soccermom stuff now! That’s when I knew the end was in sight.

“But more importantly were the simple economics. You can’t make a lot of money doing something that anyone can do, and let’s face it, the basics of gonzo porn are not rocket surgery. Getting started doesn’t take great creative genius or a daunting amount of capital. Sure, there were the masters of the genre, and they did well right up until the end. But with virtually no barriers to entry, more and more the work-a-day gonzo directors were getting squeezed by the glut.”

When the meltdown came it wasn’t pretty. Almost overnight a $40B/year economic powerhouse became a $1.2B cottage industry. When the bottom fell out, prices for spinner hubcaps and frankenhooker shoes couldn’t help but follow – there just weren’t enough hip-hop videos being produced to make up the lost ground. And without porn’s weight to decide the issue, the HD-DVD vs. Blue Laser question remains unanswered to this day.

Says Wango Chic, once fabled gonzo ringmaster, “I remember when RLD announced they were going to start producing a feature a month – that was a warning, but I couldn’t hear it. Then almost overnight gonzo porn went from being an easy way to make a good living to being a hard way to make an okay living.

“One day I realized my buddy was making more money as the assistant manager of an OutBack Steakhouse in Culver City, and getting better quality trim too. All those young Hollywood hopefuls eat there, and you’d be amazed what they’ll do for an Awesome Blossom Ring.”

What will be the next wave in porn is anyone’s guess. Some are looking to the women’s market for salvation, but whether or not women will buy porn with the same regularity or enthusiasm remains an unanswered question.

“As in real life, women are just too demanding,” says Loraine Shallow, a noted expert on women and porn. “We want good lighting, handsome men, credible set-ups, tasteful window treatments, and most of all – believable connection and passion between the players. But even with multi-million dollar budgets, Hollywood struggles to deliver real connection. How are you going to do it on a porn budget? I don’t hold out much hope for porn, I might even have to go back to fucking my husband.”

Others feel such hand-wringing is unwarranted. Says Mindi Smurke “Porn is like the cockroach, it’s here to stay. It may not be much to look at, but it’s here to stay.”

Still others feel gonzo will rise again. Says Cumstick, “I still think the gonzo approach is still the most sensible way to produce sexually explicit material. Gonzo elegantly solves problems of budget, context, and craft that are part and parcel of working in what is, and likely will always be, fringe genre. Gonzo will rise again. It may have a new name, but gonzo will rise again.”

Aside from rediscovering my sense of humor, I’m also doing work on Matt and Khym.

We’ll have something to show you very soon!

-T.C.

Real Sex

Wednesday, April 20th, 2005

Do you think Technorati tags can boost blog traffic?

-T.C.

Ashley and Kisha Speak!

Tuesday, April 19th, 2005

I’ve just put up a nice little teaser clip from Ashley and Kisha: The Right Fit. In it, Kisha talks about how she had never had an orgasm from oral sex before, and when boys fingered her, at best it was boring – at worst it was annoying.

Then she met Ashley…

Enjoy!

-T.C.

Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing, Baby!

Tuesday, April 19th, 2005

About a year ago, Ms. Naughty wrote a very nice review of our film Marie and Jack: A Hardcore Love Story

Of our latest release, Xana and Dax: When Opposites Attract, Ms. Naughty says:

“This film offers the real thing, with all the intimacy, laughter, love and genuine pleasure that we ourselves experience during good sex. I can’t recommend it enough!”

We say, “Thank you Ms.Naughty!”

-T.C.

Lost In Translation

Monday, April 18th, 2005

Starting last Friday, the ComstockFilms.com traffic logs have been showing a deluge of hits from Babble Fish, World Lingo, Google’s Language Tools. By deluge, I mean fully half of. the visits to the site are coming from these translations machines. The language translations request range from French to Chinese. Try as I might (Google,Technorati)I can’t find any clues as to why were suddenly getting such a range of non-English speaking visitors.

The Web works in mysterious ways.

-T.C.