The Pornographer (2001) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
This is the story of Jacques, once the world's greatest
pornographer, but retired for two decades and living idly off the income of
his architect wife. Suddenly he needs money again, so he decides to go
back into the porno biz. Sadly, the industry has passed him by. He
intends to make a neo-realistic porn film with muted moaning, no
blatant dirty talk, no fingernail polish, and no lurid close-ups. His
producer watches a few minutes of the porno film being created,
studies the elderly director's lack of involvement, then takes over
the direction himself.
Jacques then quits, of course, and bemoans the fact that an industry which once represented rebellion and artistic freedom to him and his friends has degenerated to the point of cookie-cooker commercialization. That's only the beginning of his troubles. His son walked out of his life when he found out about the whole pornography thing, and they are trying to reconcile. Jacques is not doing especially well with his son, and he also manages to alienate his faithful wife and to push away his loyal best friend as well, finally choosing to spend his time in a room alone, writing down his thoughts and navel-gazing about his insignificant place in a vast and meaningless universe, until madness completely overtakes him. So Le Pornographe is basically Boogie Nights, as reimagined by Dostoevsky and directed by Ingmar Bergman. People staring off into the middle distance. People sitting silently with shoulders hunched in defeat. Somber classical music. One stagy tableaux after another. I suppose that in addition to being about the way pornography has changed since the idealistic seventies, Le Pornographe is also about the changes in the French film industry, and films in general since that ambitious and individualistic era. Not to mention sex, personal craftsmanship, rock and roll, politics, the environment and anything else you would care to append to the metaphor. Unlike Boogie Nights, The Pornographer does include explicit sex. In the scene where the producer takes over the sex film's direction from Jacques, we see a porn actress on the receiving end of some thrusting from a well-endowed fellow, and then accepting the traditional faceful of happy juice. Who else but the French would insert an actual porn film into a somber philosophical meditation? The porn actress in the film-within-a-film is played by a real porn actress named Ovidie. Although the film shows penetration, there are no good looks at any of Ovidie's naughty bits except during the ol' in-out. |
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