Studio: Chatsworth Pictures
Director: Cram & Grip Johnson
Cast: Jennifer Dark, Rebecca Steel, Angelica Sin, Tabatha Tucker
Portions of this review originally appeared on Fleshbot
“Real Moms! Real Tragedy!” is the logline for Chatsworth Pictures’ MILF Meat series, and from the faux-majestic strains of CP’s theme music, a viewer (probably) knows that what he is about to see should be taken with a grain of salt.
Why I am a fan of the Johnson Brothers ouevre consists in this: they do not deny their own low self esteem; they celebrate it. Consider this exchange with Jennifer Dark, a 24-year-old Czech (Republican?) mother of one.
“Who’s the father?” Cram Johnson asks.
“He is a producer of porn movies,” she replies.
“You seem proud of that,” Grip says.
“We’re porn producers,” Cram says. “And I know we’re losers.”
Dark, put at ease by this lack of posturing, goes on to reveal that at her Mommy And Me classes she was told that children love whatever smell that emanates from their mothers.
After this chit-chat, Dark meets the talent for the day, Steven French. What follows is a sex scene that makes no pretense at being sweet or gentle. Dark is thin and pale, French is a throwback to the non-Harlequin Romance cover porn dudes of yesteryear. They fuck on a couch in a room without carpeting, a curtain covers a wall.
“So good dick, baby,” Dark says.
Rebecca Steel is next. She has two kids and is 25. She says that her lifestyle is not crimped, and that porn pays for their private schools. “I don’t regret neither one of them,” she says.
“I’m a free, single woman,” Steel adds, “I make a ton of money, and I have two beautiful kids to spoil.”
Then she fucks Joe Gallant staple performer Dino Bravo. The couch is nicer.
As the scenes increase, so do the number of children the performers have. Tabatha Tucker, a 32-year-old mother of three, says that she will not tell her children what she does for a living.
The barrage of questions really is amazing; the Johnson Brothers somehow avoid the Howard Stern-worthy soulless shock value while getting away with lines like “You’re too classy to die in a bathtub.”
North Carolina’s own Angelica Sin, mother of one, is voluptuous and sassy. She has enormous breasts and naturally fields a few questions about breastfeeding. She explains that her mother was a stripper and her father was the bouncer in the club she stripped for.
Strangely, the extended pre-scene interviews, what with their ruthlessness, endear everyone. Most performers are pretty thick-skinned, and the directors call themselves out on their own bullshit.
Sin is charming. Her scene with Sergio, who doesn’t talk much but clearly enjoys himself, finishes the movie.
Chatsworth Pictures’ flicks are low budget and bare bones. They are particularly insider-y in their cynicism about the adult industry and “porn whores”. Consumers used to glossiness and sex-positive keywords will be appalled, but the scenes are hard, formulaic, and dirty, and the interviews very revealing.
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