It is important in any dramatic context to name the stakes and stick to the rules the piece has established. In a movie like “It’s Okay! She’s My Mother In-Law,” for example, it would be nice if there were anyone objecting to the various pairings sufficient to require the title.
Maybe it’s “okay,” but I don’t believe that Eva Karera is this guy’s mother in-law. He’s not wearing a wedding ring, and Karera refers to the unseen woman as her daughter, not his wife, or even the more familiar “Becky.” See? The Social Contract has been broken already.
In “It’s Okay! She’s My Mother In-Law 12,” we are expected to believe that mom (Karera) is going to stand around and let some deadbeat art student lounge around her house. So she roofies him, telling him that he has “all the stress.”
[Read Kay Parker—the first “Taboo” is the deepest]
The phone rings, she says it’s her daughter, she doesn’t give him the phone, she fucks him instead.
Listen, Friends: I am a big fan of the standard porn constructs, like the scantily-clad-distraction (Karera) the male character is not supposed to pay any attention to until she’s on top of him. I love that stiff. I celebrate that stuff. Scantily-clad distractions made me what I am today.
But at least find the guy a wedding ring to wear. At least insert some level of familiarity, some 1-line backstory, to not stretch our disbelief to [insert name of porn star who inserts baseball bats in her anus]’s anus levels.
Buy “It’s Okay! She’s My Mother In-Law 12” here
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: Greetings from California: “Mother & Daughter Cocksucking Contest 2?; Kay Parker—the first “Taboo” is the deepest
See also: Devil’s Film
I literally can’t imagine anything less OK than fucking my (deceased) mother-in-law.