The Science of Porn

It never occured to me that stroking my cock to images of videos found on the net might have some drastic consequences on the lives of some, huh, "porn stars".

So yesterday, when Miss Bijoux mentioned she was sickened by guys keeping files filled with porn on their computers, I told her it was part of North America's masculine identity. We argued a bit about the power of erotic imagination, and she told me it was mainly sad that some poor needy girls were drinking stranger's piss on the web for 500$. I have to agree.

Porn is a vast subject that I long ago decided not to explore too much here, because my blog is mainly about the pornography of existence, its gross-out factors, and how obscene our life can sometimes be.

Not about... porn. But when we come to think about it, you'll have to excuse my fatherly monologue.

A girl that needs easy money can find a fast way to make some in most major north american cities. Porn on the web is huge - porners always need fresh faces, and innocent amateur girls are a plus. They most of the time do not think about very long before giving in and gettin' on their knees. But the web, as vast as it is, is never vast enough when a picture of your cum-covered face is flying around, and eventually landing on your father's computer screen while he masturbates his andropause away.

Some amateur sites have blurred or dotted faces, but it takes away all the fun ! And the fast grow of sex-oriented websites have forced webmasters to use more and more imagination and to take some fetishes to their most extreme... extremity. Just take a look at some bukkake or piss sites these days and your gag reflex might not stand the heat.

That is why I recommend judgement, discretion, and empathy. I know a girl turning 18 is entitled to willfully chose to appear in such "productions", but is her judgement developed enough at this tender age ? You be the judge.

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And I'll be the judge of that : I saw SAW II yesterday. Quite similar to the first one, except for a few plot points, and some way more extreme scenes. The tagline doesn't lie : there has been blood.

Think about a syringe and all the possibilities it brings and multiply it by several thousand numbers. Think about all the eyes can see, and what every oublic's phobia is : eye surgery is not fun to look at. No sir.

This is very dark stuff, but it however loses a bit of its efficiency due to the treatment given to the direction. It's all clipped-out, clever epileptic editing and loud rock music. You just cannot seem to shake the feeling you're watching a "trendy" movie. Therefore, the suspension of disbelief barely happens. You suffer for the characters, but not as much as if Gaspar Noé or Michael Haneke had been behind the camera.

There's a spoken reference to LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT as well as a minor visual reference to a scene in Dario Argento's OPERA, but it's not too fan-oriented and the plot is really surprising at some point. You gotta give credit to a vilain that's played by a Terrence Stamp look-alike !

So I don't know, really, why this movie has been so vastly associated to St-Valentine's, apart that it was domestically released on DVD on Feb. 14th... and that it will scare whichever chick you're watching it with's pants off.