Stop A Second - I've Got You in My Eye: Smash
Pictures' Six in Me
shoot dates: Feb. 25-27 | release date:
April 21 | gallery
Day One: Hollywood
Across the street from the chrysanthemum warehouse where the
Dutch starlet Terri Summers is about to get what's coming on
her is the casting studio of a man who once played the voice
of Papa Smurf. How do I know? Gram knows™ .
Summers is in a large room of the the warehouse building, tape
over the windows and the smell of flowers in the air, shooting
the first scene from Smash Picture's sports/gangbang picture
Six in Me.
Six in Me is what is described in the biz as a "gonzo":
there's a story, but there isn't a script. A "feature" has a
script and, usually, a bigger budget. Companies spend up to $1000
on porn scripts, depending on how far removed from the actual
purpose of a porn movie the producers want the film to be.
That
doesn't mean that the cast is going to improvise like Miles
Davis or Nichols & May; it's just that the dialogue isn't really
important. Still, some great improvised dialogue comes out of
this gonzo, as you'll see.
There are three vignettes in Six, all revolving around
a woman being fucked in a sports setting. Today, Terri Summers
is a basketball cheerleader who takes on (six) members of the
team. Tomorrow, Jayna Oso is the soccer coach's daughter who
is initiated by (six) black soccer players. The following day,
Lauren Phoenix has sweet science with (six) boxers.
Director Mike Metropolis and Scott, his crew of one, have arranged
a scene where Summers handles the basketball players (all white
guys, none particularly tall) on a bench. There is a Go Smash!
banner in the background, some balloons, a basketball, and a
basketball net. It is my impression that the basketball net was
there before.
The talent knows what to do and Metropolis spends very little
time stopping and starting the camera. He moves in and out, zooming
in on the parts most likely to need emphasis. In the two days
I watch him work, it becomes clear that he is a craftsman. He
lets the cast do what they want and he gives direction where
necessary. Most of the time, he moves more than they do. Gonzos
are about high-yield porn, and Metropolis didn't waste any time
on slow establishing shots.
I haven't been on a porn set in a year, so I don't know a lot
of the cast. Brian Surewood is one of the basketball players
and a very nice guy. He's a little older and tends to dress like
a biker dude, as much as one can when naked, which means he wears
a bandanna. He brings his dog to sets. The dog is a good dog,
and doesn't really pay attention to its master getting a dutch
treat on the faux baskletball court.
I wasn't there for the scene where Summers' cheerleader assents
to being manhandled by the bonsai basketball team. I don't know
how she got herself in that situation. Does it really matter
to you? Much is written about the lameness of pornish premises,
and people like me are often guilty of pointing it out, time
and again. The story I tell myself is that this was a cheerleader
who wanted to have sex with six men.
So she does. Summers is very cute and she speaks in Spanish
to one of her co-stars. At the occasional breaks she is chatty
while the rest of the cast stands around, keeping ready. After
the bench scene, which stops for a moment because Summers chokes
("I just need a little water,"), she jerks off the remaining
teammates, who provide the triumphant shot.
Summers is covered in semen. We do not shake hands. After showering
in a little room off to the side, she tells me about her website (she
says she designed and maintains it herself), her trilingual talents,
and her preparation for this, her first gangbang. "I was a little worried this morning," she said, "but I got
over it."
It is estimated by people who actually sat down and thought
about it that the number of people who've had sex on
film as part of what is now known as the adult industry numbers
in the millions. These are people who pay taxes proportionately
with everyone else in the country, who shop in the same supermarkets
I do, who come over my house to watch movies and have barbecues,
and who fly home for Christmas to unsuspecting families. They're
normal.
Still, Terri still smells a little like semen to me. I can't
shake the feeling. This occurs to me as I write the words, "she
can speak three languages and I can hardly speak my own."
Day Two: Kanan Road
Most people I know who rent their houses out to porn shoots
make a couple of thousand bucks under the table.
I am not hinting that this is the case with the Kanan Road house,
which I realize as I drive up that I have seen it dozens of times.
I'm not hinting that the owner of the house is making money illegally;
I am saying that this is a good way to make money.
All the doors are locked so I get into the house via the garage
(I have a journalism degree). The main entryway is gorgeous:
shiny black marble floors and an elegant stairway, surrounded
by floor-to-ceiling windows. Naturally I wonder where the sex
is happening, because I'm alone.
I worry that I'm in the wrong
mansion. Having seen the place before and knowing it as a "porn
house", though, I modify my worry to: "I'm here on the wrong
day." This is a very present threat, because just the week
before I'd shown up in the driveway of a house off Mulholland
where the shoot had been cancelled. The owners of the house could
come home and very legitimately shoot me as a trespasser.
I make my way to the rear of the house and I see that the action
is going on outside. I then see the lady of the house, who is
watching the filming through windows just on the inside. She's
in her late fifties and looks like she's seen it all before.
She's a little pissed that I'm there, though. Later in the day
I watch her pester Metropolis about cigarette butts left around
the shooting area, and hint that "the production went longer
than we contracted today, didn't it?"
She says, "They're through there."
And indeed they are. Today the diminutive Jayna Oso is getting
the brunt of the soccer team. For props, there is a soccer net
and some balloons. Also, a bench. I ask crew guy Scott what the
story is. How did these soccer players negotiate the gangbang
of the oach's daughter? Surely the coach won't be happy if he
finds out?
"She must have taken a wrong turn," he says.
Scott and Mike work together a lot. Scott has a theatre degree
in stage design. If Mike, as the director, is also the cameraman,
Scott needs to handle the lighting and the boom. We do not see
the boom once in any of Scott's work. That is a porn reality
that does not include him.
Today's male talent is all black. There is an issue with "popping"
on cue. The conversation is a lot livelier. The guys egg each
other on. Oso, however, doesn't seem as into it as Summers. Probably
because it's chilly for California today, and maybe because the
yard, while at a remove from the road, could still be seen from
the horse farm across the valley or the deck of the house next
door, with binoculars. I can dig it.
Today's is a tougher shoot, and Metropolis is a little frustrated. A
crow alights on a bit of functional sculpture by the pool, which
is wedged into the hillside. Down below, horses whinny. "Can
somebody - " he says, meaning Scott - "move these balloons?"
They keep blowing into the shot.
Cuntre Pipes is there. He shows up at Porn Star Karaoke now
and then. He is the cousin of Wesley Pipes. It is obvious where
Wesley got his porn name, but I think Cuntre should just stick
with the first name, because the last name only makes sense for
his cousin. But what the hell do I know about porn names? "Gram"? "Ponante"?
Cuntre,
pronounced like "- My 'Tis of Thee" but with finality and confidence
in the first syllable, is a nice guy. At one point he says
to Oso, "I like fucking you." Oso says, "Thank you!"
Metropolis mixes it up with positions and order of ejaculation.
He tells me that, basically, he films when a performer is "ready
to go".
Oso gets up. "Stop a second," she says, "I've got you in my
eye." A towel is procured.
The fucking continues. Metropolis asks Oso, "And you're sure
you won't do a creampie?"
A creampie is what most people do anyway. It is an internal
ejaculation (I'm not talking about a Tantric one). It is not
delivered onto the face, into the eye, or roped like an alpine
bridge across the heaving bosoms of one's partner. Oso was being
asked if she would allow her castmates to come in her.
"I'm sure," she says.
The last guy lets go. Oso, like Summers before her and presumably
Lauren Phoenix will be tomorrow, is carried in victory to an
interview area, where she stands in the center of the guys who
provided the "Six in" to her "me".
"Better get out before Coach shows up," one of
the guys ad-libs.
If this had been an actual gangbang of an actual
soccer coach's daughter, I think, the social conditions that
would have needed to coalesce for the young woman to willingly
take on these six men would have resulted, again I'm just assuming,
in her dad's being angry with her rather than with "his"
team. It's a sad hypocrisy.
Luckily, though, I actually heard Oso ask for
it. "Yeah. Fuck me," she said several times.
To fuck on film and to do it in a way that appears
engaging (and, as Julianne Moore's character in The
Big Lebowski said, "zesty") takes real talent.
Oso, Summers, and Phoenix have outlasted most of their starlet
peers, most of whom shoot a few scenes and leave the business.
Staying in the industry more than a year is statistically very
difficult, as a lot of the market favors "new girls".
AVN, an
adult industry trade publication and award-granting entity
based in the railroad track section of Chatsworth, this year
awarded Phoenix its Female Performer of the Year trophy.
Oso and Summers and their 12 friends deliver
great performances. I am not able to get to the Lauren Phoenix
shoot, and I regret it. It is in a gym in the City of
El Segundo. I like
when porn is shot in real places.
I hope Six in Me turns into a series
so viewers can be treated to hot sex on luges, on the bocce
court, or at a Scrabble tournament. I hope Lauren Phoenix wins
more awards. I hope Terri Summers learns Latin, too. I hope Jayna
Oso never feels pressured into doing creampies.
Most of all, though, I hope the Coach doesn't
show up.
-Gram Ponante
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