Final Flesh (2009)

Vernon Chatman (creator of Wonder Showzen) decided to reach out to four different low-production-value adult film-on-demand groups and have them film his script. There’s nothing sexually arousing here, which makes you wonder what the porn actors involved in this had to believe that they were doing.

Women give birth to meat, men want to go back to the womb, the end of the world arrives, God carries humanity as if it were a fetus, the Pollard family keeps changing with each different group of actors, and this has way more sitting on the toilet than any other movie I’ve seen.

Did you know that to see God’s face, you have to strip?

Can you imagine going to work and your job is having sex all day on film, and then you’re instead making a movie about nuclear war, cheese gratering penises and spraying acid into the face of the Supreme Being. I wonder whether people who have jobs we think they’d love get burned out. Do they come into the office — or the hotel or Van Nuys rented house — and think, “I’m so tired of oral sex.”

This is an interesting experiment, but also a torture test.

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