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Why Porn Movies Deserve To Die Out

Modern day porn movies are notorious for their ridiculous and idiotic titles. Looking at a porn star's list of film names would have been funny to me a few years ago. Now, it's just sad and disturbing to realize that such low common-denominator basement-level trashiness serves as some lovely young lady's "resume." Looking at such a list makes me think the porn industry deserves the virtual death it's experiencing circa 2011.

There's nothing sexy or "outlaw" about today's porno movies. It's such a far cry from the early days of so-called porno chic, when patronizing a porn theater (let alone working in the porn industry) was a radical, brave, and even socio-political act.

Perhaps '70s porn only achieved a PATINA of mainstream Hollywood respectability. But at least many of those filmmakers and performers ASPIRED for something more, for something elevated and outlaw and unseen in our then-repressive society. Some of them even succeeded.

Now that the leash has been off all these years, all the pornsters aim for is urinating down the basement steps.

The reason porn has become unprofitable isn't necessarily because of its free proliferation on the internet. The reason is because 99 percent of this hideous stuff really IS worthless, in every sense of the word. I pity the people still churning out this crap, and I fear for the dispositions of their souls if they don't knock it off, whether by choice, inspiration, circumstance, luck, or by being forced to quit by the continuing collapse of the porn production industry.

Now let me confess here, I'm not exactly a prude. I still have fond memories of the original wave of porn theaters and films, and I marvel at photos and recollections of the Times Square Pussycat era, with entire city blocks full of flesh palaces, with giant marquees touting sex, sex, and more sex.

It was a necessary and utterly exciting time and manner in which to throw off so many societal shackles. But we have (hopefully) moved on and far past all that. The porn wars were won way back when Nixon failed to federalize a national obliteration of porn.

I should also admit that, when I first arrived in San Diego in 1979, my first full-time job was working for Walnut Properties at their all-night grindhouse movie theaters downtown; mainly the Casino and Aztec, but also the Balboa, Cabrillo, Plaza, and, yes, down the block on 4th at the Pussycat.

The Ukulele Blog: Rabid (1977)

Everybody must have heard of Mary Mallon aka "Typhoid Mary". She was the woman who wandered around America at the turn of the 20th Century infecting people with Typhoid. She was a carrier, but for some reason the disease never affected her. Eventually the New York Local Authorities got wise to what was happening and she was put into quarantine, which save one ill-advised and quickly aborted attempt to reintegrate her back into society, was where she ultimately died some 30 years later. Rabid is set up in cold and snowy Canadia. It opens up with Rose (played by Marilyn Chambers) and her boyfriend Hart (played by Frank Moore) involved in a motorbike accident. Lucky-boy Hart encounters only minor denting. Poor old Rose on the other hand is left in a coma with only hours to live. Not good! Fortunately for Rose, the crash is only a short ambulance drive away from the exclusive clinics of the Keloid Corporation. After some last ditched pioneering plastic surgery Rose finally recovers, but not everything is as it should be... The acting is so-so. Marilyn Chambers is probably the best of a bad bunch. She was more famous at the time for her porn exploits than 'serious' cinema, but actually she's not as bad an actress as you might expect. And for those of you with a short attention span, dirty old Dave takes every opportunity he can to show off her assets throughout the film. Keep an eye out for some strange arm-pit sh*t she's got going on! I'll say no more...

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