Deep Throat (1972)

Gerard Damiano directs Linda Lovelace, Harry Reems and Carol Connors in this notorious porno about a woman who can only be sexually gratified by swallowing big dicks to the back of her throat.

The hardcore flick that almost straddled into respectability. Famous names and the upper classes crossed over to seedy adult theatres to watch this in ‘72, the name recognition and veil of zeitgeist meant this was the skin flick it was acceptable to buy a ticket for. It made unheard of millions for a release of its ilk… almost billions, if you believe the legends… certainly still laundered a ton of mafia cash, if you don’t. With such a unique place in cinema history came the eventual harsh light of historical attention. A decade away from its success and Lovelace (real name: Linda Boreman) had written an expose, Ordeal. Her story rewrote the production notes. Her boyfriend / pimp Chuck Traynor had violently coerced her to be in adult movies… some far more appalling than Deep Throat. Watching the movie critically, it is difficult not to discount that backstory. Her skin often bruised and her face grimacing, this is not a woman enjoying the sexual acts she is performing. And the sex in the movie is 90% Lovelace, dead-eyed and passively being penetrated by ugly men. The flesh is white and mottled, an unkempt hairiness pervades every shot. The angles are strangely unflattering and there is little variety beyond the initial orgy to seek what she enjoys and Harry Reem’s jovial doctor’s quick oral assessment of her. After these more plot framed sequences, we just get unconnected footage of a sad woman working as a “therapist” for a succession of identikit creeps, while her doctor gives dictation to his more “professional” nurse. There are attempts at humour but it is constant, bludgeoning sub-Carry On. Was “bubbles” a slang for cunnilingus or orgasm that has been lost in the trashcan of the last century? How did the shitty parody music that grates along side the grim sex cost half the productions $47,500 budget? Dated innuendo in a miserable film that shows you everything. What point innuendo? The whole thing looks like a nasty stain and is about as erotic as scrubbing such a stain out. Compared to its peer Debbie Does Dallas, this film has none of the bonhomie or healthiness that makes that stablemate kinda quaint and charming to modern eyes. It is just irredeemably awful. I felt genuinely unclean after watching this.

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2 comments

  1. Sam Simon · December 10

    Once you know the background I think that no one can find this movie good (on any level)…

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