Inside Deep Throat Directors' Journal

FRIDAY MAY 23 2003

NEW YORK - Shooting in Times Square. Susan Brownmiller is our tour guide, reprising the role she played taking people on Women Against Pornography tours in and around the sex shops of Times Square for $5. But today Peepland and the rundown theaters are all gone, and in its place the razzle-dazzle of America's favorite brand names, from Disney to McDonalds. It's so different, and yet.� . .� "I don't know if we won anything," sighs Brownmiller, gazing up at the torso and crotch of a gorgeous black model hovering overhead like a UFO. Turning away from the stories-high billboard of a naked Jenna Jameson and running directly into a wide mouth fellating a popsicle, she looks down at the ground.

From Brownmiller to Al Goldstein.� Al Goldstein is a Rabelasian character, fat, foul-mouthed, and unapologetic. He uses free speech to spew politically incorrect invective. For example. . . .

To Susan Brownmiller:� "You moron, dimwitted turd.� You smelly little facsimile of a human being.� You moron.� First of all, some women have rape fantasies.� Secondly, I want nothing more from a woman than to be her slave.� I have told many women to own me.� Use my tongue.� Let me bring you off.� I'm going to stay between your legs not for an hour, for days.� I've taught her not to have one orgasm, but 20. . . ."� Etc.�

Many find him repugnant and he would probably agree with them.� He's just such a turn-off that in the end he doesn't end up in the film as much as he should have, considering that he said the most important and truest thing that anyone would say:� "Our sexual freedom, your sexual freedom, it's very fucking important.� And it's a war that's never won.� So we need people like me who are either half-crazy or half self-destructive to keep the fight going.� Because it's not going to stay won.� You need nutcases like me to fight it."�

Who said it had to be pretty?