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It's Just "Content"—But It's Really Hot

Lux Alptraum — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 13:00:00 EDT

Eon McKai has said that his latest feature "Content" is altporn's answer to the recession. We'd offer, additionally, that it's Eon McKai's answer to gonzo porn.

"It's just content," we (and the performers) are repeatedly told. Translation: this is just stripped down sex. There's no plot, there's no "meaning," there are no grand conceits (well, aside from the general conceit of this being a stripped down, bare bones, sex-only release, which is certainly played up knowingly). Granted, this is not just another gonzo release: Eon's signature style is ever present. Even when it's just "content," it's style Eon's content.

So how does Eon's work fair when it's nothing but content? Quite well, actually. Eon elicits stellar performances from each and every cast member: from the almost-possessed Kimberly Kane, who shot "Content" after a month of no sex; to the playfully rough Madison Young and Dane Cross; to the top-notch final scene featuring Kitty "Meow" McMuffin and Sherwood getting rough and nasty with each other.

The sex in this release tends towards the rougher end of the spectrum: spanking and slapping abound, and there's a bit of namecalling and cockchoking thrown into the mix (the violence is not solely directed towards the female cast members, however: some of you will no doubt be pleased to learn that Madison Young gives Dane Cross's face a nice, hard slap). But unlike some releases, where this kind of affectation seems put on, a bit of a performance, most everything we see in "Content" feels extremely real.

There are a few moments throughout the film—particularly in the scene between Kimberly Kane and Mr. Pete—where it almost seems as though the performers have forgotten the camera. In those moments, where it feels like the performers are fucking more for themselves than for us, there's a true bit of porn greatness. It may be just "content"—but it's achieved a level of intimacy most porn only dreams of.

Sherwood and Kitty McMuffin
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Cali Nova
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Cali Nova and Ben Jammin
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Coco Velvett
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Coco Velvett and Daniel
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Coco Velvett
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Kitty McMuffin
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Kitty McMuffin and Sherwood
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Kimberly Kane
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Kimberly Kane and Mr. Pete
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Madison Young
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Madison Young and Dane Cross
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"Asia Noir 6": Must Be the Season of the (Evil Sex Trap Warehouse) Witch

Gram Ponante — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 15:00:00 EDT

Who is turning L.A.'s Asian-loving black men into zombies and/or murdering them? Why doesn't Mr. Marcus *69 Ange Venus before following her phone calls into an evil sex trap warehouse? Is Coco Velvett really Asian? Learn this and more as we finally review the aptly titled "Asia Noir 6."

Asia Noir 6: Evil Sex Trap!

Trent (Mr. Marcus) wakes up in his own body, uncertain of who he is. He sees only the slick suit, the police badge, and the sidearm. He's in a bad part of Los Angeles, the kind where dreams don't come true, and he's getting drunk-dialed by a mostly incoherent Oriental Black Widow (Ange Venus), who beckons the amnesiac into her evil sex trap warehouse.

Her evil sex trap warehouse, I add, where things aren't as they seem. Sex is happening there. Black men on Asian women sex (Dick James and Lana Violet). And does Mr. Marcus start having flashbacks? Does he know, now, why he's here?

Asia Noir 6, like the best low-budget porn movies, succeeds because it follows certain rules and does not stray from its own economy. For example, most of the important dialogue is in voiceover, which Marcus delivers convincingly, a late-night DJ mixed with a dude you don't want to mess with.

The noir aspect is also not overwhelming. Director David Aaron Clark realizes that the audience has to see (please tell this to Wicked Pictures), so the noir is more in the mood and the skin tone of the performers than in the lighting.

In the evil sex trap warehouse, Marcus stumbles on a sexual encounter. His LAPD instincts returning, he mostly watches. But when it looks as if things will get ugly for the Destiny, he acts. But the girl disappears, and now Marcus has murdered Dick James.

Meanwhile, Ange Venus continues her cryptic phone calls. Myself, I would have fled, but Marcus is dogged and patient. He continues patrolling the evil sex trap warehouse until he finds Coco Velvett, who is a secretary "down the hall." Spookily, Velvett's hair is down on one floor and up on the next. Ange Venus' dialogue coach must have been handling the continuity.

Velvett fills Marcus in on what goes on in the building. There's an Import/Export business on this floor and a porn studio, Velvett whispers, in the basement. Marcus gets himself down there fast, where he meets Myla Montez, who doesn't have to try too hard to seduce him.

I am not making excuses here, but the awkward readings of heightened dialogue by some of the actresses gently nudges the overall creepiness of the movie. It is rare that bad line readings in a serious porn movie actually work. But here they serve to increase Marcus' -pardon the pun- disorientation. When working with a limited budget, any tool in the shed is helpful.

Upstairs, a frightened Velvett has dreams about Marcus, even as he works on Montez below (so "below" is Marcus' work on Montez that she doesn't take her shirt off). But girls keep disappearing after they've been serviced by black men in this movie, and Montez vanishes.

Marcus gets dressed and finds Velvett being throttled by Destiny, a strap-on succubus. He's not a very good cop. Must call William Bratton and tell him that there's a homicide detective in L.A. letting nice girls get strapped by ghosts.

Destiny, Montez, and Venus are, you see, an evil ghostly trinity bent on vengeance for a crime Trent committed in the conscious world.

When Trent finally figures it out, things have gone irretrievably creepy, and it is too late. He discovers the part he has played, and why he is at least partly responsible for the events. Of course, the vindictive spirits might have forgiven him, but vengeance is a bitch.

Studio: Metro
Director: David Aaron Clark
Cast: Ange Venus, Mr. Marcus, Coco Velvett, Destiny, Lana Violet, Myla Montez, Dick James

Review by: Gram Ponante

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"New Stars" Experiencing New Sensations In A Brave New XXX World

DCypher — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 17:00:00 EDT

New Sensations rolls out twelve scenes in five hours with a two-disc collector’s edition entitled "The New Stars of XXX." In numerology that translates into 1, a number associated with not only financial gain and overbearing personal needs and desires, but also with winners (duh) not to mention hordes of screaming fans with oversized foam fingers. Think about that for a minute. It’s mind boggling!

Natasha Nice, Courtney James, Kacey Jordan, Nichole Heiress, Scarlett Fay, Brynn Tyler, Coco Velvett, Lana Violet, Audrianna Angel, Missy Stone, Marie McCray, and Kiki Vidis are the fresh faced, willing young debutantes learning the ropes the hard way, but with none of the reservations crowding up the minds of the harrowed and uncertain young ladies not featured in this fledgling volume. You see these girls are the new stars of XXX. The next Jenna Jameson or Tera Patrick will emerge triumphant and cum-basted from this group, like a glorious, shimmering phoenix drenched in baby batter, like a gleaming Lauren Conrad—and you damn well know it!

They won’t be losing sleep any night soon over where their careers are headed. No more McJobs or working at the mall at stores they used to shoplift from. No more pointlessly begging their parents and sugar daddies for Manolo Blahnik during the worst economic crisis since Herbert Hoover. No more long hours spent winding around a stripper pole under candy lights or grinding the sticky tumescent laps of sweaty trolls for damp dollars. From here on out, it’s all panty-melting flattery, hard pipe from cute guys, and an endless stream of easy moolah. That’s even better than being the next Angelina Jolie or Megan Fox!

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Popshots of the Week! The Long And Short Of It

Gram Ponante — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 21:15:19 EDT

As the lithe Audrey Elson might tell you, sometimes the best outfit is no outfit at all. Lounging on the set of the Anabolic production of director Ivan's "Creampie Explosions 3"—yes, they said it couldn't be made—the 5'10" Elson makes a good case for never wearing anything again.

Join us after the gap for more Popshots, in which we show porn stars not as the world sees them but how they really are.

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Elson and Sascha—America's hardest-working male German porn performer!—discuss an issue common to every couple: Whither creampie?

Across town, tiny Destiny dons a kabuki mask and a strap-on (read my article in September's Atlantic Monthly: Rejected Kiss Army Accessories) for David Aaron Clark's "Asia Noir 6."

The striking Coco Velvett slowly melted into that couch for the next 45 minutes as Destiny turned into a demon.

In posh Bel-Air, bite-sized Teagan modeled her new breasts for photographer Holly Randall. "They actually bunce when I run," said Teagan.

Meanwhile, Roxy DeVille says, "Hello, Fleshbot Readers!"

"People would tell me about your ass, Teagan, " said the towering DeVille, "but I really had to see it to believe it. Oh My Fucking God."