facial adornment was, of course, the infamous "money
shot"--the convention upon which the American porn industry
relies to provide its audience with convincing evidence that
the male participant's booster has, indeed, achieved escape
guy--whom I'll call "Jim", even though his name
is actually Jaime--was sensational. Not only did he have the
stamina of... well... of a porn star, he turned out to also
have the unique ability to count his orgasm down, as if it
were a rocket launch and his jizz were the Space Shuttle.
That talent let the film cameraman capture every millsecond
of Jim decorating the Anglo-Korean girl's face with his sperm
in balletic slow motion--all without wasting more than a second
of expensive film stock--at 96 frames a second.
got a close-up view of the proceedings, because, after all,
I was the lighting director. The facial adornment was, of
course, the infamous "money shot"--the convention
upon which the American porn industry relies to provide its
audience with convincing evidence that the male participant's
booster has, indeed, achieved escape velocity. What is less
well-understood is that somebody--me, in this case--gets the
unenviable task of providing suitably-enhanced lighting for
the blessed event.
you pay any attention to lighting in movies--and most people
don't--you'll notice that, in most films, even when an actor
is otherwise in shadow, his or her eyes are always well-enough
lit that you can clearly see them. In the industry, that's
called eyelighting and the instrument that produces it (usually
what we call an "inky spot"--a hand-held incandescent
spotlight) is an eye light.
lights for eyes. Money lights for money shots.
the outdoor scenes, rather than providing light directly,
I used an aluminized reflector, hand-warping it to focus sunlight
on the action. Since that's hard to do well from any distance,
I needed to be close to the frame.
close to the frame.
know for a fact that I'm not eager to become that well-acquainted
with any of my other friend's intimate anatomy. As it turned
out, Jim has an unusual wang. It's pencil thin, about 8 inches
long and has a head the size of a small apple on it. The other
guitar player in my band, who dropped by the set on the second
day, described it as a "dog dick."
on my observation, I'd say that's a pretty good description.
Jim managed to justify our producer friend's faith in him
and the Anglo-Korean girl demonstrated her unfamiliarity with
the mechanics of fellatio and we had our first money shot
in the can.
it was time to shoot the climax of Under Cherry Moon--a
scene where the leading man captures Cherry's affections by
chasing her down and assfucking her in the garden. The actor
in question was a weighlifter with a good tan and a reasonably-
acceptable Arnold Schwarzenegger impression. He'd been in
a number of porn movies in the past, but wasn't getting a
lot of work at the time. The reason for that became apparent
couldn't get it up. Once he did get it up, he couldn't keep
it up. And he never did manage a money shot the whole three
we faked it, of course.
the long and medium shots, it was our Arnold clone hunching
away at the Anglo- Korean girl's ass, but, when we cut to
closeups, it was Jim's schlong in her bunghole. Of course,
Jim's pecker is pretty unique and instantly identifiable.
He also has a lot less body hair than our muscle boy.
the hell. This was porn, not art.
soon enough we were done with the outdoor stuff and the missing
amateur still hadn't arrived. So, with Zack beginning to seriously
sweat now, we moved back indoors to shoot the hot tub scenes
that featured other players.
couple we started with were a pair of obvious speed freaks
and equally obviously near the end of a multi-day run. Lank
hair, arms and legs like pipestems, hollow chests, blurry
green tatoos and dilated pupils on both of them. The girl,
an anorexic blond, asked Zack for his reaction to the way
she'd shaved her bush into a narrow, vertical strip.
they writhed in simulated passion, both clearly thinking about
getting paid and scoring some more crank. After what seemed
like hours, (but probably wasn't more than 45 minutes or so,)
the guy managed a feebly-drooling ejaculation and they collected
their paychecks and vanished.
lo and behold, the long-lost amateur #1 arrived, boyfriend
in tow, just in the proverbial nick of time!
was a busty little blond, 19 years old, maybe five-four with
a cute face and a just slightly bigger-than-optimum butt.
He was a big bruiser, mid-twenties, probably 6-feet-four and
240 pounds, all of it muscle.
introduced them around and then immediately started outlining
her first scene to her.
started with Jim in what was supposed to be a comedy sex scene.
She's naked, he's naked and they run into one another at the
hot-tub party. She starts smoking his joint and, just as he
comes, she spots a better prospect (her boyfriend, although,
according to the script they were supposed to be strangers).
In a case of lust at first sight, she promptly abandons the
helplessly-squirting Jim for a round of deep throat at tubside
with her new stud.