...With Hardcore Pornography.

I just watched Braveheart for about the 90th time. It cures me of Hangovers and gets me started.

It needs something else though....remember the scene where Mel Gibson meets up with the Sex starved Princess/future Queen of England via France, Sophie MArceau, in some shitty Mud and Twigs Hut, and they fuck all night? Well, the scene already has stroke potential, when you think of the Future Queen of England, accustomed to living in a castle, riding for days up to scotland into a hut held together with Horse Dung, just to fuck some smelly Scottish maniac. Makes you wonder if in real life William Wallace ( or mel gibson) fucked the bitch in the ass?

Here's what I want added to the film, a scene like this:




That would be Mel Gibson's Penis ejaculating into Sophie Marceau's Mouth. Instead of the White clean surroundings, imagine a dirt floor, rocks and twigs held together with horseshit. Imagine this going on all night. What else would improve this Movie? discuss.

I think Leaving Las Vegas could really use with some hardcore sex; especially the end scene when Ben is dying and Sera mounts him- he begins to cough then slowly rises and mutters "See how hard you make me angel?" to which Sera lifts her skirt, fingers her twat and spreads the lips open then pisses on Ben's cock.

The rest of the scene could end up like this before receding to Sera's confessional:

Schindler's List desperately needs something to break the depressing monotony. There has been much speculation as to Oskar Schindler's motivations - how about a harem of hot Jewish bitches serving his every perverted desire? Being German, you can bet he was into some twisted shit.

I picture Mr Schindler unwinding with his bitches thus:

Meeting the Friedmans: would've been easier to form an opinion if they included scenes of graphic sex in this documentary. All talk and no show kinda killed the stroke value it slowly built.

Ok, forget Oscar winning films. Lets combine Sesame Street with HArdcore porn, since our daughters and sons these days will be corrupted anyway by the time they are 14-15 thanks to Internet porn being accessible by anyone...Net Nanny my ass, and how many 14 year olds laugh when they see the Disclaimers before adult websites anyway?

So here goes...

Watch this clip and then look at the attached picture again and imagine the Count off to the side of the whore counting off each load that is shot into her mouth...."One, one rancid load of Creep splooge, AH Ah ah! Two, Two Rancid loads...etc, all they way to the final load..."NINE! NINE FILTHY LOADS OF RANCID CREEP SPLOOGE! AH AH AH!" Followed by Lightning, Thunder and then Jules Jordan's house sliding off the cliff and exploding.

oh burg...

I like what I have been reading here very much. I can't think of a contribution other than to say that in the late 60s and early 70s many of cinema's biggest names toyed with the idea of a big budget pornographic film. Folks like Mike Nichols, Stanley Kubrick, Ingmar Bergman, Ken Russell,etc. The difference is that in those days cinema was experiencing a rebirth, having thrown off the shackles of the Hays Code in America, and pornography was then looked upon as the next logical step in that liuberation. These were serious minds, seriously looking to delve into and explore human sexuality through projected sound and image. Tragically though pornography proved much more ameniable to formuliac corporate interest rather than serious artistic endeavor. But that in itself is interesting and illuminating, i submit. Pornography is anti-art, but in its minimalist pure product nature it inadvertently speaks volumes about the culture and populace it courts. It's the equivalent of the "value menu" items on our fast food establishments. I further submit that Aurora Snow's upsidedown snotladen face desperately trying to breathe and communicate around an assaultive penis is as potent an image, deliberately or not, as the bone tossed into the air by the prehuman jump cut into a spacecraft in Kubrick's '2001'.