When the film 'Deep Throat' came out, I must confess that I was a little disappointed. I had collected up enough courage and finally went to see it with my SAE fraternity brothers pushing each other nervously like a bunch of macho twits. I even had my leather cowboy hat and sunglasses on as part of the erotic celebration of boys coming of age in the seventies. And don't forget the fifth of good old Jim Beam whose purpose was to make things better than they really were or seemed.
Like we really knew what we were going to see. Here we were a bunch of horny, innocent kids who for the most part were about to see for the first time the human sexual act in person. Well, on the screen that is, and surrounded by hundreds of other screaming students rooting loudly.
They referred to it not as pornography but rather 'porn chic' which sounded like a cultural event. Blown out of proportion (sorry about the pun). So you see, since it had to do with something cultural, it was alright for the university to sponsor the film during the weekly Sunday evening flicks in the Hoover Auditorium.
The quality was poor, the so-called humor was lousy, and the actual acts were not shocking but demeaning. During the whole film, while the crowd was ranting and raving like maniacs, I couldn't stop feeling sorry for Linda Lovelace. She seemed to me like such a nice person who had innocently been entrapped into such craziness.
She who by the way died in a traffic accident in 2002, not to be forgotten but remembered for something she really never wanted to be remebered by.
