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I Don't Gotta Problem Wit You Fuckin' Wit Me, But I Do Have a Problem Wit You Not Fucking Me
Snuff by Chuck Palahniuk / Brian Prisco
Chuck Palahniuk blew my fucking mind. And it wasn’t even with Fight Club, the first of his novels I read. It was with Invisible Monsters. He tends to people his novels with the dregs of society, absolute Others who wouldn’t think twice about drugging, sodomizing, or butchering their way through the herds of the vast mouth-breathers who people our malls and movie theatres. Even his non-fiction featured the tale of narcotically-engorged Santa Clauses rampaging through Portland in a debauched yearly tradition. They rarely contain a cohesive plot, sort of ambling disonantly from place to place spouting bar-room trivia and fortune-cookie wisdom in a whip-crack lingo. They’re just abnormally slathered with pop-rock anarchy, rubbing your whiskers in the wet spot. Palahniuk has tackled plenty of uncomfortable topics, most recently with a group of insane folk who crash cars for sport in Rant. So it was only a matter of time before Palahniuk would emerge from the seedy glow and squish of the porn industry in his latest novel, Snuff.
And he does it with his usual in-yer-fuckin-face, up-yer-fuckin-ass, down-yer-fuckin-throat aplomb. Snuff tells the sordid tale of Cassie Wright, a down-on-her ass porn starlet who intends to permanently shatter the world gangbang record by taking on 600 individual men. And not just by setting the bang bar high does the tread-trodden professional cock wrangler intend on leaving her indelible smear, but by potentially dying during the marathon of fuckery, with the hopes that her many insurance policies will go to her long lost love child, given up for adoption before her glory (hole) days. We don’t actually get the story from Ms. Wright, however. Instead, our story is told through the eyes of three of the potential pole jockeys, all identified only by number. Mr. 600 is an aging porn legend, who’s sagging into that semeny sunset himself. Mr. 137 is a washed-up television detective who’s using his wrinkled boner to cock-pushup his career (and rumors of his homosexuality) into life again. And perchance the most conflicted character, Mr. 72, a 17-year-old boy who lost his first load in a Cassie Wright replica blowup doll, and believes himself to be the long lost lovespawn. There is a fourth narrator, Sheila, Cassie Wright’s personal assistant, who spends her time culling studs, timing the tuppers, accepting bribes, and passing out discount Viagra.
None of these characters are particularly appealing or interesting, which says a lot for them being in a Palahniuk novel. He’s given us some of the worst humans ever to grace the pages of literature, and not just morally repugnant, but ultimately deviant. Almost every character gets wasted in a stereotype, and since the perspective keeps jumping around in a attempt to be something like a Rasho-porn, instead we get muddled bullshit from characters we can’t root for. You gotta wonder about the kind of dudes who’d show up to take their turn fucking a chick who’s about to take more dong than a churchbell during an earthquake. Obviously they’ve got issues and neuroses, but we’re too focused on these other three fellows. And each one gets wasted.
The aging porn actors, all some sort of variation on those guys who spend a little too much time in the tanning booth, are all pretty much lotharios who spend their time metaphorically comparing dick sizes with all the other dudes. They’ve all been coined with the last name of liqour products: Cord Cuervo, Biff Bailey, and Mr. 600 himself, Branch Bacardi. I guess this is some sort of riff on Jenna Jameson, but it really just feels like a lame joke. Mr. 137 is the weakest character, who spends most of his time being old and popping Viagra in dangerous amounts. No attempt is made to inspect the failed actor angle or even the homosexuality angle any further. Worse is what Palahniuk does with Mr. 72, who may or may not be the son of Cassie Wright. We’re not sure if this kid intends to actually stick it in his mom, and the fact that he actually believes the woman is his mom and he’s still going to get up in there and … get up in there could be a novel unto itself. But, no, it’s gets distracted and forgotten like the handjob guy in an orgy scene.
Then we’ve got Sheila, who comes off as a low-rent Marla Singer. You can’t tell if she’s just an uber-feminist, or just a malcontent, who spends most of her passages coming up with new versions of calling someone a masturbator. Pud-puller, baby batterer, jerk jockey. You name it, it’s probably in the novel. In fact, aside from the usual clever nuggets of trivial intrigue that usually pepper a Palahniuk story, the rest of it is splattered with terrible, terribly lame jokes. It reads like a bad email forward written by a sexual unsatiated English major. On constant loop in the background, to get the stallions stiff, are Cassie’s feature films, so we are bombarded with something in the neighborhood of 130 titles like On Golden Blonde and Beat Me In St. Louis. While there are mildly clever attempts to actually fit the literary classics like A Handmaid’s Tail and Twat on A Hot Tin Roof, the device gets dried up and crusty super-duper fucking fast.
I respect Palahniuk, because he doesn’t often make his works overtly feminist or overtly misogynistic. He tends to just have an angry, fuck the world, perspective on things. But Snuff seems to bend a little too much in the defensive, trying to make the point that porno is empowering to women, while also refusing to take that stand. While this could have played out like a Rasho-porn, everyone’s perspective on this career — and potentially literal — death of a famous woman, instead, it ends up jittering around erratically and lazily like a late night Skinimax flick. The novel is an unsatisfying length and girth, falling just a cunt hair short of 200 pages, and it never once capitalizes on the premise. Instead, we jerk around like a porno movie, shooting from wide to close up, ultimately feeling like we’re the ones who just got bukkaked. Maybe that’s the clever point that Palahniuk is trying to make, that the novel plays out like an actual porno movie, where just as we’re getting to something interesting (like a brief subplot where a Mr. 72’s stepfather is part of a group of suburban dads who go to hardcore ghettos to do research on prostitutes and gangs in order to have the most accurate and desolate model train setups ever — I’m not even doing it JUSTICE) we dash off to a closeup of someone’s hairy ass humping away.
But I’ll take a bad Palahniuk novel over most of what’s being published these days, so it’s not time to start pulling the torches and pitchforks of hipsteria out just quite yet. There are cracks showing in the facade that no amount of concealer and plastic surgery can erase. But after writing such a fucked up Canterbury Tales riff like Haunted, essentially dropping trou and whipping out a goat to the YouTube/So You Think You Can Idol society, he’s earned a pretty liberal pass from me.
Brian Prisco is a warrior-poet from the valley of North Hollywood, by way of Philadelphia. He wastes most of his life in desk jobs, biding his time until he finally becomes an actor, a writer, or cannon fodder in the inevitable zombie invasion. He can be found shaking his fist and angrily shouting at clouds on his blog, The Gospel According to Prisco.
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Comments
Posted by: Kevin Longrie at June 9, 2008 11:06 AM
Cute.
It's "paula-nick", apparently, but I can't get out of the habit of saying "pah-lan-i-uk".
Posted by: Lannie at June 9, 2008 11:16 AM
Having been to a couple of porn shoots, mainly gangbangs, I can say that the look in the girls eyes tells a tragic story of the human spirit. After coming out of college I must admit I dabbled in porn and was in a couple of movies, very very minor movies. I regret making those movies to this day, but I'm a better person for not giving up and coming through that rough storm in my life. Palahniuk's book hits home in that the main character is trying to make whole her many many mistakes that have devastated her life.
Posted by: Pookie at June 9, 2008 11:24 AM
Kick ass review, Mr. Prisco. I was a huge fan of Palahniuk's earlier works, but after a while, the whole "how shocking can I be?" schtick started to wearing thin (I'm looking at your pasty-ass as well, Mr. Manson).
There's definitely somehting to be said for crashing outta the gates with art/music/literature the likes of which haven't been seen before - but after a while, there's gotta be something with a little more substance, less recycling of the same gross-out bullshit. I started losing interest after Lullaby, and after slogging through Haunted, I pretty much gave up entirely. I'm hoping Choke will kick ass, but in lieu of that, I'm pretty much done reading his stuff...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 11:31 AM
Aren't males who start doing porn almost obligated to make their first few movies gay?
I have yet to read any of Palahniuk's books...but I loved Fight Club and have been fascinated by how intricate the story has to be in the book. I'm starting to feel left out...I may have to go look into what he has.
Starting with Fight Club, of course.
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at June 9, 2008 11:32 AM
Pookie, I just can never tell whether you're serious or not.
Best euphemism for "masturbate" I ever heard: "badger the witness."
Posted by: Todd at June 9, 2008 11:35 AM
Mad props for the ODB rhyme. RIP
Pookie, what were the titles of the movies you did? And I have to say, as a watcher of thousands of porn movies, the look in the girl's eyes is one of the turn-ons.
Posted by: Esher Fern Gamble at June 9, 2008 11:35 AM
Damn, between Dustin's 'Round-up' title and Brian's entire book review, I've seen enough 'F' bombs dropped to annihilate a small country.
I also feel like I stumbled upon a 3rd-grade schoolyard of snickering kids who have just discovered a new naughty word.
The entire book couldn't match the filthiness of what I've just read on here today- come on, guys, you can do better than this.
Posted by: TMax at June 9, 2008 11:58 AM
S.O.D.: TO answer your question, more or less, yeah. It's one of the reasons you don't fuck with the gays: We can find just about ANYONE in a gay porn. Just give us five minutes and a box of Kleenex.
Posted by: Jeremy at June 9, 2008 12:01 PM
I've had the strange feeling sometimes while reading Palahniuk's work that he's a satirist on the level of Jonathan Swift, but more subtle. All his characters are drawn in such in a way that if you really empathize with them, you have to realize that you're just as twisted and empty inside as they are. Of course, that's just my interpretation, I'm open to the idea that I'm 100% wrong.
I might read this, I want to read Lullaby and Invisible Monsters first though.
Posted by: Genny (also Rusty) at June 9, 2008 12:10 PM
I don't think I've ever debated posting a comment more than I just did. Innuendos aside, allow me to share with you my fountain of knowledge.
Taking it up the ass in any way (guy-guy, guy-girl, girl-guy, girl girl) pays the most. Some guys will start out doing het(erosexual) porn but switch to gay porn because it pays better, much better. Or do both. Viagra is tossed around like candy, so it isn't a big deal if you aren't gay/straight.
Posted by: Stew at June 9, 2008 12:25 PM
Stew...I....don't think I want to know....
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at June 9, 2008 12:37 PM
Yep, gotta pull out the ODB now.
I wish I could remember if I read Fight Club or not. I'm pretty sure I did. I know the book is in my house. My life ten years ago tends to all blend together in a foggy mess. Chuck Palahniuk is like Tom Robbins to me. Authors who wrote books that I found relevant in my early 20's, but not so much anymore.
Posted by: katy at June 9, 2008 12:38 PM
Esher Fern Gamble, I did Ass-tastic part#3, and a remake of Fist of Fury. I also had minor parts in Tails from the Darkside, and Missionary Impossible. I'm sorry I can't give you my real name because I'm through with that part of my life. Thank you for understanding.
Posted by: Pookie at June 9, 2008 12:45 PM
"The novel is an unsatisfying length and girth, falling just a cunt hair short of 200 pages,"
*GROAN*
Posted by: Ginger at June 9, 2008 12:51 PM
I'm not the biggest fan of Palahniuk...maybe I haven't read the better novels, I've only read three of his works (Choke, Stranger than Fiction, and Haunted), and out of the three I enjoyed his collection of essays the best. He's an interesting guy, and he has a volatile style of writing that can be almost cathartic, but he hasn't grabbed me the way he has others.
Posted by: Julie at June 9, 2008 12:59 PM
I starred in Rambone, The Poonies, Crocodile Blondee, The Hunt for Red Bonetober, Shaving Ryan's Privates, The Gland Below My Navel, Wee-Wee's Big Adventure, and Sex In The City.
Beat that, Pookster. How's rehab going?
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 1:10 PM
Skitts rehab is going well, I'm being treated on an out patient bases so I can continue my work at my foundation. I did several Baseball theme porn movies such as Bang the bun slowly and Ate men out. I also did Malcolm XXX, Pubic Enemy, BJ and the Bear, Golden Shower Girls, Leave it to Beaver, Dirty Harry, The Bone Collector, and my last two movie were XXX Files and Hancock.
Posted by: Pookie at June 9, 2008 2:03 PM
Buffy The Vampire Layer, The Amityville Whore, Edward Penishands, Rosemary's Baby Daddy, The Blair Bitch Project, and Diff'rent Strokes (II, III & VI). Although I miss those days, I'm glad to be out of the industry. Did I mention I was the fluffer on The Brown Bunny?
Keep on keeping on.
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 2:18 PM
"i don't have no problem wit you fuckin me, but i have a little problem wit you not fuckin me"
goddamnit
Posted by: that jerk at June 9, 2008 3:15 PM
Impressive Skitts, very very impressive. I stared in The Cunt of Monte Crisco, Along came a Ho, Dicking Traci, Fun with Dicking Jane, The Burning Bed, 90269, Mall Scats, Lets do it Again, Pumping Iron, Beat Street, Dead bang, All Over the Guy, and I did a Bio called Timothy's Bottom, High Infidelity, Ahocalypse Now, also I stared in the old t.v. show called "Canon"
Posted by: Pookie at June 9, 2008 3:18 PM
"And they're neck and neck, ladies and gentlemen. These two consummate professionals of the evening are coming into the last vestiges of their careers as they race for the finish...and that shining prize at the end of the line...the Golden Strapon! Let's hush now, as they pause for breath..."
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at June 9, 2008 3:28 PM
I hope this never ends.
Posted by: Genny (also Rusty) at June 9, 2008 3:28 PM
I feel like I should trade in my popcorn and soda for a box of penis shaped gummies and raspberry flavored body lotion.
Posted by: Julie at June 9, 2008 3:31 PM
My dearest Julie...
You mean you don't have those on hand already?
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at June 9, 2008 3:34 PM
"taken more dong than a church bell in an earthquake"
I fear I will not be able to rest until I have worked that line into a conversation.
Posted by: Pen Dragon at June 9, 2008 3:42 PM
Not at work Shadows! I have some sense of decency. I keep them in my special sexual-innuendo foodstuffs cabinet. Next to the paper towels.
Posted by: Julie at June 9, 2008 3:43 PM
Skit, you starred in Diff'rent Strokes? I was a Best Boy in Diff'rent Strokes 19 through 86. Then worked my way up to writer and director of Ass Pirates of the Carribean, Texas Gangbang Massacre, Creamer vs Creamer, Benny and Poon, and the Porn Ultimatum.
Posted by: JP at June 9, 2008 4:21 PM
JP, you directed Benny and Poon (starring Johny Deep)? Wow... I auditioned for it, but kept breaking character during the scene where Benny sticks the forks in the dildermabobs and make 'em dance... Nice job, though!
I grew tired of the industry after minor roles in Buttman and Rubbin, A River Comes Through It, The Pimpsons, and The Nightmare Before Pissmas. Memories, man, scabby memories, but memories nonetheless...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 4:33 PM
Skitts, I also did Blow, Die Hard, There Will Be Some Blood, I Know Who Ass You Tap Last Summer, and I did the t.v. show "Big Brother", but the movie I'm most proud of is " Frankie In Johnny"
Posted by: Pookie at June 9, 2008 4:45 PM
Skit, I know what you are saying. I became pretty jaded after helming Snatch Adams, Do the Tight Thing, and Mr. Margorium's Wonder Rectorium. Then I almost went insane trying to film Acockalypse Wow on location in the jungles of Reseda. So I make pottery now... Shaped like penises and vulvas.
Posted by: JP at June 9, 2008 4:49 PM
Pookie, was that you in Orifice Space? You showed great...range.
Posted by: jM at June 9, 2008 4:53 PM
I just got an email from my former producers reminding me that the movie was called "A Cocksinlips Now". I regret the error.
Posted by: JP at June 9, 2008 4:56 PM
I am simply in awe of all of your...prodigious...talents.
Seriously...I haven't giggled this much under my breath at the office in months...
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at June 9, 2008 4:59 PM
I was tempted to get back into the business after reading such scripts as American Booty, In And Out Of Africa, The Bitches Of Madisson County, Hairy Pooter, and You Don't Mess With The Blowhan. However, my acceptance speech at the 2006 AV Awards left a bad impression with many directors...
Brilliant character development in There Will Be Some Blood, Pookie...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 5:10 PM
You glorious wackjobs. The Poonies and There Will Be Some Blood have had me laughing for hours.
Posted by: Julie at June 9, 2008 5:18 PM
I know, I know. I got blackballed when I would not give up Director's Cut on Behind Enema Lines. Then there that hole "incident" during the making of Semi-Blow. The whole thing left a bad taste in my mouth.
Posted by: JP at June 9, 2008 5:36 PM
Arrgh. I agree with some other posters that Chuck has lost it. Everything after Choke bites the big one. That's when he started playing the shock-me games in lieu of real character development. Sounds like this one is more of the same.
I do highly recommend Invisible Monsters -- best (and first) thing he ever wrote. Fight Club is just a smidge away from being that good.
Posted by: scullypdx at June 9, 2008 5:41 PM
Agreed scullypdx - it seems rather than focus on the story/character development, he'd rather try to one-up his previous level of yuck. I remember reading "Guts" in a magazine (Playboy, maybe?) and was left with a sense of "meh"... Trying to top a previous level of disturbing imagery, does not a good story make...
Unlike the script for Spray It Forward, which I am proud to have had a cameo appearance...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 6:27 PM
Spray it Forward was a real 'jerker. I cried. I soiled my shorts. I cried again. Wonderful 'job all around. Reminds me of my seminal performance in Spray Anything.
Posted by: JP at June 9, 2008 6:38 PM
Thanks JP the tearjerkers are some of my favorites - Sarahdippedinme, Pretty Inner Pink, and Driving Miss Daisy Crazy are a few of the ones I keep coming back to. Although I'm slowly gaining appreciation for a few of the newer ones - Tight Club, The Royal Teninchbones, Independence Lay, and Lake Flaccid. Not quite top twenties, but definitely worth checking out...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 7:00 PM
I'm more of a fan of the comedies these days: Best in Ho, Blew Romance, Love in The Time of Gonorrhea, Sisterhood of the Traveling Panties, The Other Boinking Girl, Fantastic Fourseome, Be Kind Behind...
Posted by: JP at June 9, 2008 7:21 PM
Were any of you in "10 Things I Ate Out With You"? That one's a real sentimental favorite of mine.
Posted by: Genny (also Rusty) at June 9, 2008 7:23 PM
Maybe it's just me, but I had trouble even reading a few pages of the book in the store to see if I would give it a go. And it's not because of the writing.
I actually struggled to read the text on the page. It's brown text on yellowed paper. No one else has trouble reading this? I get the aesthetic choice: it's lowbrow, grainy, and has the 70's porno vibe that reflects the subject matter. It's a neat choice. I just don't want to have to get a stronger contact prescription because I read a Palahniuk book.
I'm pretty sure they'll be a paperback release down the line, and maybe that will be black text on white-ish paper so I can read it. Until then, it's a pass.
All that said, I just read Lullaby for the first time and was blown away. That's a beautiful novel about horrible people. Great concept and interesting execution. Kind of what I wanted to see in Haunted, only good, not crap.
Posted by: Robert at June 9, 2008 7:36 PM
Genny, I think that one starred Kickshaw Tallyho. You may remember him from such films as Sleeping with Seattle, Summer of 69, Endless Cummer, Night at the Cocksbury, and Das Booty.
And Goodnight ladies and gentleman.
Posted by: JP at June 9, 2008 7:53 PM
Robert if you wanna see a horrific example of a book trying too damned hard, check out "House of Leaves" Initially, I bought it because the page layout was intriguing (last time I ever friggin' do that again - with the exception of Chip Kidd's stuff). It was a novel concept, but it made an already boring as shit story twice as hard to read. It almost seems that they had the concept for how the book'd be laid out prior to even writing the goddamed story. Suck town. Brown text on yellow paper, huh? Brilliant...
...much like my top five list - Star Whores: The Empire Strikes Crack, Sorest Rump, La Banga, Sperms Of Endearment, and Titty-Titty Bang-Bang.
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 7:56 PM
Chuck Palahniuk wrote one good book with a weak ending (Fight Club), and then one excellent book (Survivor). Unfortunately, his writing has more or less gone all downhill since then. He needs to stop trying to shock people and get back to creating characters that matter.
Posted by: DGM at June 9, 2008 7:59 PM
Dammit. Last one. I swear. Goodnight and Goodfuck.
Posted by: JP at June 9, 2008 8:02 PM
JP you magnificent bastard... I done gone run out. Any chance someone could do a little research and see how many of these are actually in existence?
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 8:04 PM
How could you forget Thighs Wide Shut? The Joy Fuck Club? Intercourse With a Vampire? Wild Hogs?
(Edward Penishands is 100% legit, and as disturbing as it sounds.)
Posted by: Stew at June 9, 2008 8:14 PM
Skit, it has been a pleasure. But now I get can't these names out of my head. Blackcock Down, Resevoir Doggy Style, Sex Toy Story, The Lord of the Cock Rings, Skatatouille, Fingering Nemo, V for Vagina, Glory Hole, Rain Man Juice, Ferris Bueller's Jerk Off... I need help.
Posted by: JP at June 9, 2008 8:26 PM
How did it come to this? How? It's a book review fer chrissake... I need to go wash my hands...
...right after How Harry Did Sally. HEEEY OOOOH!
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 8:29 PM
The Whole Nine Inches, The Bondage Bunch, There's Something About Hairy, The Shagging DA, Puff The Magic Drag Queen, Meet Joe's Crack, Meet The Fuckers, The Brown Mile, Pulp Friction, oh... HOLY CRAP I CAN'T STOP!
Must... log... out...
Posted by: Skittimus Itscometothisipus at June 9, 2008 8:37 PM
In Honor of Skittimus, Pookie, JP and the rest, for jumping the comments to above 50, here are all of the porno titles listed in Snuff:
Sex With the City, Lust Horizons, Emergency Room Back Door Dog Pile, Titanic Back Door Dog Pile, Ford's Theatre Back Door Dog Pile -- later called Private Box -- later called Presidential Box, The Da Vinci Load, To Drill a Mockingbird, The Postman Always Cums Twice, Chitty Chitty Gang Bang, The Twilight Bone, A Tale of Two Titties, The Wizard of Ass, Gropes of Wrath, World Whore One; Deep in the Trenches, World Whore Two: Island Hopping, Moby Dicked, A Midsummer Night's Ream, Much Adieu About Humping, The Twelfth Knight, Snack Attack, Lassie Cum, Now!, World Whore Three: The Whore to End All Whores (the movie that will break the gangbang record), On Golden Blonde, The Ass Menagerie, Catch Her in the Eye, A Separate Piece, Bang the Bum Slowly, Butt Pirates of the Caribbean, Smokey and the Ass Bandit, Beat Me In St. Louis, Ali Boobie and the 40 D's, Robofox, Lay Misty for Me, The Importance of Balling Earnest, Lady Windermere's Fanny, The Blow Jobs of Madison County, Snow Falling on Peters, Guess Who's Coming at Dinner? -- later released as Black Cock Down, Twat On A Hot Tin Roof -- later released as Slut On A Hot Tin Roof -- later released as Cunt on a Hot Tin Roof, The Italian Hand Job, Three Days of the Condom, The Handmaid's Tail, The Asshole Jungle -- later released as How Reamed Was My Valley -- later released as Inside Miss Jean Brodie, Angels With Dirty Places, Sperms of Endearment, The Miracle Sex Worker, From Her to Eternity, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nuts, The Bad Juiced Bears, and Frisky Business.
This comment thread literally can be considered a sequel to the novel. Except the characters are better, and the ending will probably be more interesting.
Posted by: insertclevernamehere at June 9, 2008 8:51 PM
Nice list but you forgot Mr. Smith cums in Washington, Double D's Indemity. Lord of the Cock Rings. Farris Bueller's Jack Off, When a Man Fucks a Women, Fags for our Fathers, Boned on the Fourth of July, The Big Fat One. Days of Gloryholes, Cocks Under Fire, Three Fags, Death Before Head, Das Booty, The
Great Asscape, From Queer to Eternity, The Dirty Cousin, Battle for the Bulge, Primal Queer, Lucky Number 69, S.Q.U.A.T, The Cum on All Fears,
Posted by: Pookie at June 9, 2008 9:53 PM
insertclevernamehere you have gone above and motherfriggin' beyond, my friend and for that, I thank you.
Unfortunately, on the drive home, I thought of a few more. I have to get these out. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this may cause to readers hoping to read additional opinions on Chuck P's new book...
Star Whores 3: The Empire Strikes Crack, James Bondage: The World Is Tight Enough, A Tale Of Two Titties, Romancing The Bone, Sidelays, Undress Your Family In Corduroy & Denim, Willie Wanker And The Fudge Fucktory, Tango & Snatch, Lust In Space, In Her Space, Indiana Bone & The Temple Of Poon, Dora The XXXplorer... I'm not right in the head right now...
I should probably sto...
An XXXMas Story, Gladheateher, Three Men & A Labia, King Dong, 28 Lays Later, Chowedher (about an albino nympho - yeah it's a stretch, but like I said, I've gotta purge this shit outta my head so I can get back to more important things - like emptying my dishwasher), Bone Alone, Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Behind, Deep Impact(ed), Lay Me In The Water, uh... (thank god, I'm running dry)... um... The Breakfast Chub, Breakfast In Tiffani's... uh... Because Of Quinn's Pricksy... Goldenbrowneye... thank heavens, I... I think I'm done.
Whew... I'd like to thank everybody who's stuck by me during this phase of filth... Drive safe and remember to tip your waitress and bartender - we'll see you tomorrow. G'night!
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 9:59 PM
You've Got Nailed... there. I'm done. No m... Children Of The Porn, Firefarter, Salem's Twat, The Gland, Clitoris Claiborne, The Shawshank Penetration, Apt Poophole, The Dark Tower (deja vu on that one), Petting Sematary... WHY DOESN'T SOMEBODY BLOCK ME? JESUS CHRIST, HELP A BROTHER OUT...
[...begins to sob into pillow...]
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 10:08 PM
pookie, where you at? D'they take care of... uh, whatever the hell it is that I got? Wanna be bunkmates?
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 9, 2008 10:12 PM
Skit. I have already started a therapy group for those of us addicted to naming porn movies based on regular movie names. I was going to give it an acronym, but could not come up with one that sounded like a porn movie name. This sickness is real. This could be the jumping point for a Palahniuk book. I'll invite Marla. I think she's watching Analize That downstairs. Pan's Labia comes on after that. We can have our meetings on Tuesdays. Wednesday is movie night. Marla and I are going to watch a movie that just came out, The Foot Fisting Way.
Posted by: JP at June 9, 2008 10:46 PM
The Magnificent Seven Inches, Mutiny on the Booty, My left Nut, Raging Bull Dyke, Passenger 69, Pole-tergeist, Roger In Me, Dangerous Lesbians, Plapoon, Pricksies Honor, Gay Blade Runner, This is Anal Tap, All That Jizz, Mad Muff Beyond Thunderdome, The Queer Hunter, Grease, Anal Hall, Poonpillon, Enter the Dong, Goldfingered, 9 1/2 Inches, Splendor in the Ass, Inside the Man,
Where's everybody? I'm just getting started.
Posted by: Pookie at June 10, 2008 1:02 AM
The Poondock Taints, The Italian Handjob(and the semi-sequel Blowjob), Gay and Silent Bob Cum Back, Girl, Intercoursed, The Hole, Fill Bill, LayHer Cake, One Night at McCock's, Cum Lola Cum, Starship Poopers, T.W.A.T., U-Turn Around, Whore Street.
Posted by: BlackWolf at June 10, 2008 1:59 AM
... 28 Gays, Jizzmanji, The Fisting Full of Dollars, The Great Asscape, The Wild Munch, 12 Angry Inches, Come Like its Hot, A Street Whore Named Desire, Dial M For Muffdiving, Full Meaty Jacket, Forest Hump, American Booty, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Colon, Requiem for a Wet Dream
Posted by: JP at June 10, 2008 2:26 AM
a chick who's about to take more dong than a churchbell during an earthquake
Marvelous! I should polish your shoes for this.
Posted by: Adere at June 10, 2008 2:26 AM
rant sounds like crash by ballard, except it's what got the characters off...hmmm...
Posted by: ph at June 10, 2008 2:41 AM
Too bad 'Snatch' is a mainstream film... I preferred 'Cock, Fuck and Two Smoking Boners' though
I know this is terrible but if "snuff" were turned into a movie; does anyone else feel that "Cassie" was a role Anna Nicole Smith could have excelled in?
Posted by: Colombo at June 10, 2008 5:11 AM
*Deep Breath*
I performed under the stage name 'Rick More-anus' and was a cast member in the following productions:
-In Her Shoes
-In Her Majesty's Secret Cervix
-Blinding Nemo.
PHEW! It was good to get that off my chest.
Posted by: Peyton Caldrich at June 10, 2008 7:53 AM
Harold and Kumar Go Do White Asshole, Bill and Ted's Gay Adventure, 8 Men Outed
Posted by: JP at June 10, 2008 9:46 AM
Holy shit Rick More-Anus was you!!! didn't you also star in the following:
- 28 Lays and the follow up 28 Lays Later
- Bruce Allmeaty
- Das Booty
- For Your Thighs Only
- In Diana Jones and the Temple of Poon
- Clitty Lickers (1-3)
- Titty, Clitty Gang Bang (always a classic)
Posted by: Colombo at June 10, 2008 10:20 AM
Personally I prefer something more political like "The 2008 Presidential Erection" starring Ba-Rock Hard O'Bummer, Hillary Clitoris and Join Madaisychain...
Posted by: Colombo at June 10, 2008 10:35 AM
I just finished reading Survivor for the third time, and I am a life-long Pahalniuk fan. It popped my Chuck-cherry years ago, and I haven't gone back. Diary is my all time favorite of his. Choke is wonderful, and I am intrigued to see the film. Invisible Monsters deserves another reading as well.
Posted by: Allison112 at June 10, 2008 10:35 AM
DAMNIT, I meant Lullaby is my all-time favorite. I thought Diary was...ok.
Oh, and thanks for the laughs. It will take me hours to read all fo these porn titles.
You think the funny, punny ones are bad? Ive got an actual title to make your cornhole squnch up tight in disapproval. I won a Best Title Hunt in Dallas with this one:
"Pound My Tender Poopy Pot"
I shit you not. Pun unfortunately intended.
Posted by: Allison112 at June 10, 2008 10:40 AM
I am dying. I love you all.
Posted by: Julie at June 10, 2008 12:28 PM
Sweet Moses, this has got to be some sort of record for number of adult film titles, whether real or made-up... You twisted pervs have really outdone yourselves - I though I was pushing the envelope with Because Of Quinn's Pricksy... This is truly a milestone in... uh... well, a milestone in something...
Pervs...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 10, 2008 12:33 PM
Approximately 310 (give or take a few duplicates).
Wow. Just... wow.
[...slow clap begins, erupting in thunderous applause and cheering - a young boy confined to a wheelchair most of his young life miraculously stands, causing entire stadium to weep tears of joy - three jets soar overhead, releasing fireworks in their wake to the sounds of "We Are The Champions" - Michael Bay and Uwe Bowle are devoured by a giant mutant eagle tattooed with flags from around the world. All is right in the universe...]
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 10, 2008 1:16 PM
...The Fuckit List... Done and done!
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at June 10, 2008 1:23 PM
Michael Bay and Uwe Bowle are devoured by a giant mutant eagle tattooed with flags from around the world.
HA HA HA!!!
Posted by: Julie at June 10, 2008 1:30 PM
ok...ok last one I promise...
Drum roll please...
"Gladheateher"
Posted by: Colombo at June 10, 2008 3:07 PM
Arrrrgghhhhhh apologies Skit didn't see that from you... curses foiled again
Posted by: Colombo at June 10, 2008 3:10 PM
Fine then please make way for:
"Things to do in Denver to get head"
Posted by: Colombo at June 10, 2008 3:13 PM
Sorry guys, I can't tell you my name, I'm considering a comeback. A couple of projects I'm looking at:
Bend Over Like Backham, Shag of the Dead, Pushing It In, The Lay of David Gale, Smokin' Asess, and the Latin trilogy, El Prostitute, DesperateWhore, and Once Upon a Time in Lexi's Hole.
I've already passed on a few:
Oldboys, The Great Gapesby, The Cumscrubber, Donnie's Dark Hole.
-BlackWolf
Posted by: Nathan Fill'em at June 10, 2008 3:43 PM
Oh shit, well the the load's been blown now.
I forgot to mention a few any way:
The Jizz Harvest, The Way of the Cum, The Huge Lebowski, Star Whores: the Phantom Penis and Attack of the Bones, Idle Cocks, The Blue Balls Brothers, and Club Head.
And some...*ahem* more "specialized" one I passed on:
Queefer Madness, Pride & PussyJuice, A Fist Called Wanda, and Punish-Her.
-Nathan
Posted by: BlackWolf at June 10, 2008 3:57 PM
I think Disney makes the greatest porns...
Cherry Poppins.
Titty Titty Bang Bang.
The Dirty Minded Professor.
Holed Yeller.
The Schlong of the South.
Posted by: Phat girl at June 10, 2008 4:02 PM
I just cant help myself: GoodFellatios, My Big Fat Greek Cocking, My Best Friend's Bedding,The Right Muff, HerAssIs Porked, A MidCummers Night Cream, Felching Arizona...
Posted by: JP at June 10, 2008 5:57 PM
Did anyone do Tightanus? How about Porn on the 4th of July? Sucking 9 to 5? Planet of the Gapes? Whore of The Worlds? An Inconvenient Cooch? HardDaddy? The Last Penis of Scotland? Charlie and the Boning Factory? Bruces Almighty Cock? Fucker Her by the Dozen? Gush Hour? Hpw the Grinch Stole Her Virginity? Sperminate Her? Elf Fuckers? Ocean's Eleven Sluts? The Perfect Porn? What Lies Beneath Her?
I am starting to see repetition here. Perhaps its time for a "best of" discussion of those already posted.
Posted by: JP at June 10, 2008 6:28 PM
Yes Colombo, but Rick More-anus is behind me now.
Other films from my Golden-Era were:
Hairy Twatter and the Prisoner of Ass-Cavern
Interview with the Vibrator
27 soiled dresses
Tango & Gash
And I won the Phallic Baldwin new-cummer award for my role as Barry Eaten in 'Spunk-Drunk Love'
Ah, good times.
Posted by: Peyton Caldrich at June 11, 2008 3:36 AM
Behind you? What like right now?
Spunk-Drunk Love was excellent btw...
BUt as far as I am concernced you were robbed of Phallic Baldwin award when you didn't win for 2 Fucked 2(Bi)Curious
Posted by: Colombo at June 11, 2008 5:21 AM
From the sounds of this book, and your thoughts on it... you might want to read Porno by Irvine Welsh. Like your relationship with Palahniuk novels, I'll read anything written by Welsh. And he's definitely one to create memorable, abominable characters. Porno picks up a few years after Trainspotting, and includes some of the characters from Maribou Stork Nightmares and Glue... It's quite good, though very graphic, and I'd recommend it to anyone interested in this type of a novel.
Posted by: McAngeOK at June 16, 2008 11:46 AM

