| Good Old Naughty DaysPolissons et galipettes
 review by Carrie
            Gorringe, 20 June 2003
 Seattle International Film Festival
            2003 Plus ça change, plus c'est
            la même chose…If there's anything to be learned from the
            compilation of silent pornography entitled The Good Old Naughty
            Days, it's that pornography has only become more slickly
            packaged – and not much more compelling as a genre, ten billion
            dollars a year in receipts notwithstanding.   Director (name) has provided a selection of shorts,
            made in France between 1905 and 1925 (including, rather
            inexplicably, the American-made animated "classic" from
            1925, Buried Treasure).  These shorts, we are informed via
            subtitles, were shown at "the best brothels" (to put this
            in context, prostitution was legal in France until 1946, when
            accusations of collaboration with the Nazis put the quaintly-named maisons
            de tolérance out of business). 
            The usual cast of taboos -- especially those concerning the
            putative sex lives of nuns and abbots --are trotted out for
            observation, with a mild dash of bestiality for variety's sake. 
            There's even male-on-male fellatio and anal sex, two elements
            almost unheard of in modern heterosexual porn.
            
             Unfortunately, the novelty of
            observing this heretofore unseen side of early twentieth-century
            sexuality soon gives way to fighting sleep; 
            regardless of one's personal opinions concerning the effects
            of porn, one has to agree that a group of films characterized by
            clumsy framing, irrelevant close-ups, awkward pans, and performers
            who keep casting glances at the camera do much to savage the very
            element fantasy on which the genre is built; 
            the "money shots" on display here seem almost an
            afterthought, in contrast to the slick production values inherent in
            their modern counterparts.  Even
            allowing for the amateur status of the filmmakers, the films end up
            generating derision and boredom. 
             
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