3 reviews
- Son_of_Mansfield
- Nov 25, 2007
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Jenna Jameson, one of the best known Adult stars, thanks primarily to a role in "Private Parts", stars in what may be looked back upon as a groundbreaking film.
Why? Well, the film won the Adult version of an Oscar. This is an AVN award. You may have noticed that Hollywood has been becoming braver and braver with their handling of sex scenes. Censors are allowing more and more for this to happen.
In the adult industry, which is HUGE business, the directors are trying to interweave more and more character and storyline into their productions.
The gap between the two is gradually closing.
The Wicked One, was one of the first adult films to be recognised, with an award for its effort in this direction. Jenna Jameson, is portrayed as slightly dominant and psychotic. She actually at times is "acting" in the conventional sense of the word. Undoubtedly, she is one of an elite few, that has rudimentary acting skills, as well as a sensational body, and a willingness to perform sexual acts for the camera. Ultimately, however, this film is still a porno, a damn good porno, but a porno through and through. The gap to mainstream Hollywood, is still a huge gulf, but in time they may well meet. A collectors item then, from the other side of the fence, with its endeavour to close the gap. Plenty of trouser tenting special effect in the form of Jenna and Jill Kelly, to keep you happy, while you wait for the next instalment for pornography and Hollywood to blur further into each other's territory.
Why? Well, the film won the Adult version of an Oscar. This is an AVN award. You may have noticed that Hollywood has been becoming braver and braver with their handling of sex scenes. Censors are allowing more and more for this to happen.
In the adult industry, which is HUGE business, the directors are trying to interweave more and more character and storyline into their productions.
The gap between the two is gradually closing.
The Wicked One, was one of the first adult films to be recognised, with an award for its effort in this direction. Jenna Jameson, is portrayed as slightly dominant and psychotic. She actually at times is "acting" in the conventional sense of the word. Undoubtedly, she is one of an elite few, that has rudimentary acting skills, as well as a sensational body, and a willingness to perform sexual acts for the camera. Ultimately, however, this film is still a porno, a damn good porno, but a porno through and through. The gap to mainstream Hollywood, is still a huge gulf, but in time they may well meet. A collectors item then, from the other side of the fence, with its endeavour to close the gap. Plenty of trouser tenting special effect in the form of Jenna and Jill Kelly, to keep you happy, while you wait for the next instalment for pornography and Hollywood to blur further into each other's territory.
- andertonmark
- Oct 1, 2001
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The sex is enough to justify the existence of this Jenna Jameson vehicle, one of oh so many riffs on Clint Eastwood's classic directorial debut "Play Misty for Me" (which at the time I considered the performance of the year by Jessica Walter). JJ gets the JW role, phoning in constantly under various aliases to Tiffany Million's radio show in a threatening manner.
The early team of Brad Armstrong and Greg Steelberg did an okay job with this material, though hardly a memorable one. Tiff has her moments, hardly in the class of Jenna's idealized beauty but uninhibited in the sex department. Armstrong as usual is art director under his alternate handle of Rod Hopkins, but the radio station beyond the dj & engineer's booths looks like any '90s porno mansion location replete with spiral staircase, hardly believable.
AVN giving JJ an actress award is pure b.s., and why that body's accolades are completely unreliable. Back in the day when I got a complimentary copy in the mail of the AVN mag (early '80s) I took them about as seriously as Al Goldstein's Peter Meter reviews in Screw magazine, and later their entire awards apparatus always hit me as phony as the Golden Globes nonsense, so JJ's award ranks with the Globules giving one of their fake statues to Pia Zadora back in the day.
The early team of Brad Armstrong and Greg Steelberg did an okay job with this material, though hardly a memorable one. Tiff has her moments, hardly in the class of Jenna's idealized beauty but uninhibited in the sex department. Armstrong as usual is art director under his alternate handle of Rod Hopkins, but the radio station beyond the dj & engineer's booths looks like any '90s porno mansion location replete with spiral staircase, hardly believable.
AVN giving JJ an actress award is pure b.s., and why that body's accolades are completely unreliable. Back in the day when I got a complimentary copy in the mail of the AVN mag (early '80s) I took them about as seriously as Al Goldstein's Peter Meter reviews in Screw magazine, and later their entire awards apparatus always hit me as phony as the Golden Globes nonsense, so JJ's award ranks with the Globules giving one of their fake statues to Pia Zadora back in the day.