Maybe Los Angeles is cold spiritually, but even at its coldest it is better than where you live. Still, as the scisssorlift propelled cast and crew of Hillary Scott: Icon upward to the roof of downtown L.A.’s Fallout Shelter, I was happy someone had loaned me a jacket.
It was just past midnight and there were twenty or so people on the roof. Icon is a high-end vignette movie and either all the camera and industrial equipment were stolen or this movie will cost about $100k to make.
“You pull Tori out of the mirror,” director Eli Cross told Scott, SexZ Pictures’ one remaining contract star after Paulina James had the gall to become pregnant, “and Tori, you make it look like it’s an effort.”
Tori Black didn’t have to act. All four performers on the roof, Scott, Black, Jennifer Dark, and Morgan Layne, were dressed in strips of high exposure leather slutwear, and their breath hung in the air. It was an effort to do most things, and I couldn’t imagine how they would have sex later on the four-poster bed that sat inexplicably at the edge of the roof like the camp director’s cot at the end of Meatballs.
Scott was charged with pulling these women through a mirror, like in that A Ha video, and then having sex with them, like in that Go Gos video that never happened. This would be one stylized scene out of five starring Scott, including a music video.
While it was cold on the roof and it was late, I still sensed that no one wanted the bed scene to happen because it would mean all the clothes would come off. When that time came, Scott was the first to remove everything. She is an American Hero.
In fact, each of the women acquitted herself nicely, and maybe they were able to derive warmth from fisting each other the way our forefathers did in pioneer days. No one complained, and I have seen people walk off the set for lesser inconveniences.
Maybe it was because they would have needed a crane to get down.
By the time the scene was finished around 2:30 a.m., we’d been buzzed by several helicopters in stealth mode, flying with lights off. There were at least eight nipples that could have been seen from space at that point, too.
“They haven’t invented the award you deserve for this yet,” I said to Hillary Scott.
“Gram Ponante, you are truly America’s Beloved Porn Journalist,” she did not say.
Previously: Hillary Scott only in a Gramily way; Porn screenwriting: Money can buy a happy ending
See also: SexZ Pictures
perhaps i’m revealing my old age here – but i think i recognize that canopy bed – abandoned by a penthouse production crew – on a roof in downtown los angeles – in the spring of 2004