Still, it’s important to remember that there is very little to distinguish one porn title from another, and one porn performer from another, when you get right down to it.
Hey look: I love porn stars, and porn directors, and porn companies, count many of them as friends, and am fiercely proud of most of them. But the litmus test is this: Would you go to a summer barbecue with a porn movie and hand it to the host, saying, “Hey, this was pretty good; you should watch it”?
Q. But Grams, I don’t go to those kinds of barbecues. In fact, here in Nashua, we call them cookouts.
Fine. Then would you go to some Skyrim convention, Meltdown Comics, or informal get-together at DeVry clutching any AVN Award-winner saying, “This made my 3-minute jerkoff more pleasant than other 3-minute jerkoffs, Jerkoffs”?
No, but you would most certainly go to a bachelor party with a bag of Third World Media titles like this one or the Asian BBW-themed “Japanese Whale Hunt” and show what an ironic hipster you are. Because if you showed up with some matte-covered Wicked movie people would think, “Is this overwrought shit the reason he doesn’t have a girlfriend?”
What I’m saying is that something ineffable distinguishes one porn movie from another, and —Who Knows?—maybe it has something to do with alliteration.
But “Teeny Tiny Thai Twigs 2″ here