Nostalgia Trip
By Tod Hunter
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Jim and Jenn Deans of
MyWifeBucks.com recently managed to pull off an audacious outdoor shoot at Fort Jefferson, a historic landmark 70 miles offshore of Key West, Fla.
The shoot went well thanks to an approaching hurricane, which kept the island nearly deserted, with the exception of a few park rangers.
"We had the entire fortress, the largest masonry structure in the world, as a backdrop," Jenn Deans, co-owner of MyWifeBucks, said. "It was wonderful."
The couple has had to keep their shooting locations covert, as authorities have recently become aware of some shooting locations in advance. In the last year, the Deans have shot on an aircraft carrier, several submarines, in vintage aircraft and several forts dating back to the Spanish American war.
This reminded me of a few weeks ago when I popped the new DVD of the John Holmes movie Johnny Wadd in my computer to watch it the other day. Director Bob Chinn, in his director's commentary, tells of the charades they had to go through to get a porn movie shot, with performers going to a public place to be shuttled to the location so as few people as possible could get busted for conspiracy if it came to that.
The technique is referred to as "shoot and scoot."
I also remembered a scene from a now-mostly-forgotten Bill Osco movie called Harlot where the heroine and her boyfriend exuberantly run naked through a main street shopping area. The shot was maybe 10 seconds, tops, and in slow motion so you know they were running fast. The camera was set up, a few minutes later the naked couple jumped out of a car, ran toward the camera, jumped back in the car and got the hell out of there, and then the camera guy packed up and split.
The exuberance and freewheelingness of those old days probably started dying with the Freeman decision when shooting porn became legal in California.
Nowadays, to shoot porn you need two IDs, a full STD panel and probably a note from your mother. You can have an agent, a publicist, a website, a personally-owned corporation, a 401K, an accountant to keep track of tax-deductible goodies like tanning, gym membership and hairstyling, and an entourage.
Back then, all you needed was private parts and a willingness to make them public.
I'm not sure it was better then — or is better now — but it sure is different.