I spoke with globetrotting auteur Maria Beatty about “Vampire Sisters.”
Gram: When you see a corporate-porn “lesbian” movie, are you filled with rage, tenderness, intellectual curiosity, consumerism, lust, or a combination, or none of those feelings?
Beatty: Irony and Boredom are the main feelings that come to mind, and lack of intellectual curiosity. It’s too predictable and formulaic to be intrigued by.
Gram: Can you tell me about a piece of pornography that first grabbed you, or is there any that you continue to revisit and that still holds up?
Beatty: Anything by Robert Mapplethorpe (especially his BDSM series and book entitled “Pictures”), Helmut Newton, Man Ray, Tinto Brass (Salon Kitty), Pasolini (Salo).
Gram: You have been directing lesbian erotica since the early 90′s, and your scenarios have a ritualized performance aspect to them. Tell us about some of your other work where we might see familiar themes.
Beatty: I’ve been shooting films since 1989. The first was a doc with the last survivors of the Beat poets (Burroughs, Ginsberg, Corso….) and progressed on to female performance artists a doc titled “Sphinxes Without Secrets” in 1991, then dove head on into the world of BDSM and Porn.
Gram: Are there things one needs to reconcile in one’s life and career to embrace being an artful pornographer?
Beatty: Sensitivity, Lust, poetry, bravery, tenacity (especially for a female pornographer) and independence (because alot of people wanted to buy me).
Gram: As a charter member of the white male patriarchy I admit that I, too, would like to buy you. I would like to buy you a piece of cake.
A version of this story first appeared on Fleshbot.
“I will touch your flower,” says the experienced bloodsucker in Maria Beatty’s toothy and earnest lesbian romp. “Come alive, Sister.”
Beatty’s movie takes its time, a slow burn as opposed to the self-ass-slapping, finger-biting choreography of faux-lesbian porn aimed at straight men. Over an atmospheric house soundtrack by Yann Jaffiol and Soft Orders, Pierce speaks through the voiceover of Ursula Del Aguila, mind-melding with the beautiful Ariel X as the latter is slowly unwrapped.
I don’t know why the unattractive lobby isn’t in an uproar about vampires in the media. I have yet to see one who was schlubby.
Anyway, but for the long teeth and the bloodletting, this Sapphic vampire initiation reads like a stylized high-end BDSM session, with Pierce rhythmically spanking, flogging, and dappling Initiate X with candle wax, who responds accordingly by writhing in just the right way.
Like all new couples, the ladies stay in their room and fuck rather than going out shopping for new blood, which will come soon enough, when the honeymoon’s over.
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