Sticky Situations, Written for FoxAtomic/Madatoms.com
My first job in the entertainment industry was as a Soft-Core Porn PA.
I’m livin' the dream!
That’s what I kept telling myself the first day on set (a strip club in Commerce that was dirty-irty-irty) as I sat for lighting tests on a crystal bed covered with glass dildos and paddles with heart cut outs (for a Valentine’s Day perfect mark).
Livin’ the dream! Livin’ the dream! I bet Spielberg totally had jobs like this!
Though accidents happen. Sometimes scenes are shot with hardcore actors, people who aren’t used to not really having sex. One time, the DP, grasping at straws to be able to tell himself that this wasn’t “real porn”, starts screaming “CUT! CUT!” After shooting over 300 hours of folks dry humping, he caught a glimpse of some real penetration, threw a fit and threatened to quit. Everyone has their limit.
Like the time they needed another extra in a Marine barrack gang bang scene. They asked “What would it take to get you to do this?” I really really really didn’t want to. “What happens if I end up running Disney?” I asked. How do you explain that to the Mouse? “How much would it take?” they asked. How do you put a price on your dignity, your future, your pride? I did it for an extra $100 bucks. But I made them spray dye my hair and gave me fake stubble.
Then, one day, I got fired. Have you ever thought how it feels to get fired from a porno shoot? Just imagine it for a minute. The porn industry just declared that you are not good enough.
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