“Deep Throat“ (1972)
The only remotely interesting aspect of Gerard Damiano’s “Deep Throat” is that the film which is credited with the popular launching of the so-called era of “Porno Chic” and, with it, the blueprint for what was to be quickly vilified as an anti-feminist cultural industry beholden to the notion of the sexual objectification of women and the furtherance of the blindly accepted cultural assumption of male dominance in the war of the sexes, should in itself be primarily concerned with the pleasure principle of a woman. What is most remarkable about all of the film’s attention, notoriety and influence is that it is, in fact, a film of no significance as a work of cinema, not even in the realm of the about to explode hardcore scene (in which it stands as a fairly primitive effort), except for the fact that it happened to enjoy a situational “perfect storm” in which bellwether influence is attributable from a film with no appreciable cinematic value. (Isn’t it simply possible that the whispered mystery behind the film’s eponymous sexual talent created a novelty cultural anomaly with the forbidden lure of a carnival freak show; a cause célèbre for the respectably curious who might enter in to the national conversation [“Didn’t Carson talk about it on TV?”] about that thing called “The Sexual Revolution” by way of merely attending what could safely be regarded, not a dirty movie, but a cultural tourist attraction?)
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Awful movie. Interesting that Damiano immediately came back with Devil in Miss Jones, which was actually somewhat intelligent (relatively speaking, I guess) and much better done.
Well, I suppose there wasn’t any direction he could go but up.
After all the fuss at the time, I went to see this at the cinema. I didn’t bother to stay after half-way, as it was truly awful. One of the few times in my life I walked out of a film before the end.
In this case, I was amazed that I stayed after the crass ‘diagnosis’ by the awful ‘actor’ pretending to be a doctor, but carrying on like a circus clown.
I give it my lowest possible review. “Absolute shit”.
Best wishes, Pete.
I can’t improve on that.