Brooke Banner may have one of the most perfect bodies in porn, and that is the calling card that matters in a business where the movies don’t make as much of an impact as the flesh that inhabits them.
In November, 2006, I was on the set of “Tru Lies,” a husband and wife spy movie that owed more to “The Pina Colada Song” than “Mr. And Mrs. Smith,” which had just come out. You see, there is a moment when the bored husband and wife, in a marriage running on inertia, discover that the other is actually an exciting spy. Unfortunately, there isn’t even a Scooby Doo cocking of the head in this movie to signify that.
The now-defunct studio was run by a very affable guy who, if I’m remembering this correctly, sold plumbing supplies but who also had offspring in the same school or soccer league as the offspring of the head of a major porn studio. This is how porn gets made.
The movie itself wasn’t great [see the review], but it wasn’t insulting, either. And that’s important. How many porn films squander our good will by managing—almost trying—to mishandle the almost-universally pleasurable and simple act of nudity? At least “Tru Lies” didn’t betray that sacred trust.
But what I remember from the set of that movie was the crew gasping when Brooke Banner disrobed, she was so delicious. That was kind of heartwarming. Banner is still around, as is the movie, though the studio isn’t.
Previously on Porn Valley Observed: “Tru Lies”: Like “The Pina Colada Song” but with no dunes
Since the above photo, that moderately-sized tattoo has exploded into a psychedelic floral lattice that has consumed most of her arm and shoulder.