So the big tech news this week is that Yahoo acquired Tumblr for a whopping $1.1 billion dollars. That’s Billion by the way, not million. I myself have a tumblr where I post zanier moments that would be censored by my Flickr, which coincidentally is also owned by Yahoo. There are rumours that Tumblr would eventually be censored similar to Flickr, requiring a login to see NSFW stuff, but so far Yahoo has issued denials.
Speaking of Flickr, Yahoo also gave it a makeover the same day it acquired Tumblr. They gave every user 1 terabyte of storage space and redid the interface so that it emphasises the photos more with the side effect of eating more bandwidth. If you want to see an example, you can view my AVN Expo and Awards photos that I posted without a writeup in January.*
Now does the new terabyte mean I will post more photos of the girls from the archives since space is no longer a concern? No, of course not. Space was never really an issue. Rather it was time and the new bandwidth leech interface eats up more time while I try to tag the photos with the names of the performers. No bueno. Oh well, I wanted to vent and highlight photos 4 months late.
*Life had gotten messy for me that month and writing about porn did not seem important in the big scheme of things. I should apologise because these glitches will surely happen again.
This trailer for F.X. Pope‘s 1981 classic Nightdreams was posted by over on Facebook (thanks, Steven!) and felt I had to share it… it’s SFW but the soundtrack might have your co-workers ready to kill you.
NIGHTDREAMS is the most unusual, unique and innovative adult film yet made. Five years ago I was the first to champion this film and really had no idea what kind of impact it would have on future adult films. It has since pioneered a whole new sub-genre within the industry. It may disturb you, it may disgust you, it may even offend you, but love it or hate it, the most important thing is that you will not forget it. The raunchy, gritty sexuality is combined with truly new wave sets and the MIAMI VICE eighties ‘look’ taken even further in CAFE FLESH.
The plot centers on Mrs. Van Houton, played by Dorothy Lemay, undergoing treatment in a psychosexual-therapy session. She is observed by Jennifer West and Andrew Nichols, clad in doctors’ robes and adjusting the equipment wired to Dorothy’s head. She is put through a wide range of sexual fantasies during the session, and the viewer sees what the doctors can only record.
There is a careful progression to the order of the scenes. There is method to the filmmakers’ madness. What really sets this film apart from others is this odd style. The two filmmakers [Rinse Dream and F.X. Pope] are from the regular world of Hollywood who wanted to try their hand at the adult genre. The camera angles, photography and concepts they present will dazzle you. Never has an adult film been so perfectly photographed. Each scene, whether tender, harsh or just plain bizarre, offers something off the wall. The music track and sound effects are superior. Their influence has definitely spilled over.
Say what you will about Brazzers, but the attention to detail on the part of their prop guy in their recent release, They Always Come Back, hasn’t gone unnoticed. Bravo, sir!
However, for shame, video titles guy – KERN, BABY, KERN! – the O-N and I-N-U-E-D of “Continued” should all run into each other — no gaps! (The perils of using a script typeface!)
All that said, it’s it’s worth checking out the scene, despite some horrible focus issues right at the popshot. Dani’s sporting a pretty full bush, and there’s some nice set up to the story of her mourning her dead husband and then banging his lookalike brother (Bill Bailey).
My favorite beat in the set up is when she’s in the kitchen, naked of course, trying to get a mug down from a high shelf in a cabinet, but she can’t reach, so her husband comes in and fetches it for her, and she blows him in thanks. Considering he’s the only one who could have put it on that top shelf to begin with, I think that’s a helluva bit of long range planning, sir!