where: AMC METREON 16 in San Francisco, CA
when: Sunday, August 11th, 2013
show: 3:05 p.m.
costs: $10.75 Ticket + $6.18 meal at MacDonald's Restaurant before the movie + $8.20 roundtrip BART Train ticket + $5.00 Carquinez Bridge Toll = $30.13
auditorium: 8, 3rd floor
seat: 6th row ( counting from the front ), 8ht column ( counting from the left )
synopsis/overview: In the early '70s, a young unwed mother named Linda Boreman ( Amanda Seyfried ) is lured into the porn business by her sleaze-ball husband/manager Chuck Traynor ( Peter Sarsgaard ) and becomes a world-famous actress known for her one particular skill.
noteworthy scenes: 1.) Skating rink; 2.) Dinner; 3.) "Almost there, ma"; 4.) "I love your freckles"; 5.) "Body control technique"; 6.) Restaurant; 7) "That is art, baby"; 8.) "Many skills"; 9.) Stage names; 10.) "You see that. That's gonna be a problem"; 11.) "We're all gonna win Oscars"; 12.) "I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong"; 13.) Johnny Carson Show; 14.) Private screening; 15.) Polygraph test; 16.) Customer; 17.) "How dare you come here and tell me I don't understand"; 18.) "I don't think that's them balling"; 19.) Toast; 20.) Linda Lovelace Enterprises; 21.) "Life imitates Art"; 22.) "I saw your movie"; 23.) Private party; 24.) Autograph; 25.) "I just can't do it anymore"; 26.) "We switched rooms"; 27.) "They believe me"; 28.) Phil Donahue Show; 29.) Seventeen days; and 30.) Character updates.
audience reaction: The audience, mostly people of a certain age ( ahem! ), seemed to like this movie.
recommendation: I went to see this mainly to know Linda Lovelace's personal background. Go see this movie if you're interested in knowing more about the Number 1 porn movie of all time.
spoiler alert! You'd think that a movie such as this would be made with an NC-17 rating! I can understand the use of grainy film to shoot the TV interviews and the porno movie clips with to give this period piece a certain "feel" to it. But the rest of the movie should have been shot in clear, crisp hi-def video.
fyi: I was still living in the Philippines when Linda Lovelace and DEEP THROAT became infamous. The local newspaper printed an article on Linda Lovelace accompanied by a photo of her in a white see-through dress topped with a wide brim white hat. Ah ... that dot-matrix image of Ms. Lovelace is forever etched in my selectively photographic memory! Heh, heh, heh.
When my family moved here, I was pleasantly surprised to see DEEP THROAT emblazoned across the marquee of the PUSSYCAT THEATRE in downtown Oakland, CA, on Broadway Avenue. I didn't know back then that this theatre was a rated-X theatre---Hey! just so you know, this was back before DVD discs and before VHS tapes were the porn norm. ( Yup, I'm sure showing my age now. ) I took a bus to go to this theatre, only to be deeply ( no pun intended ;- ) disappointed that I was still too young to go see it. And, honestly, I had the "raging-hormones" Hots for Linda Lovelace way back then.
I never saw the DEEP THROAT movie at all! Maybe, I should, come to think about it.
word of advice: Learn the signs of an abusive relationship early on and bail-out right-quick!
Pick something you're good at and master it. ( Whatever that skill happens to be. )
tidbits: Early this morning at work ( I worked the Night Crew shift ), I told my co-worker, Clifford, that I was going to San Francisco to catch a Philippine Festival at the Yerba Buena Gardens. Then I told him that I planned on seeing this movie, afterward, since it's showing next door to the gardens at the AMC Metreon. I asked Cliff if he knew Linda Lovelace. He did.
And Cliff added, "Didn't she die of Cancer?"
No, I said. She died in a car crash when she lost control of her Kia Sportage.
"I thought she died of Cancer," said Cliff.
What cancer ... Deep tissue Throat Cancer? I quipped. He laughed. ( I can really be bad at times! Sorry, folks .... )
After work, I went home first to have a light breakfast, to take a shower and then to change clothes before heading off for San Francisco. On my way to the El Cerrito Del Norte BART Train Station, I almost fell asleep behind the wheel a few times. Luckily for me ( but not for the one[s] involved, obviously ), there was an accident further down the freeway which slowed down traffic long enough for me to "recharge my batteries" and to become wide awake and alert once again.
Once I got on the train platform, I realized that I had left my tally counter in my car. And I wasn't in the mood to go fetch my tally counter and miss the train. I would have to do my Zhunti Mantra and my Namo Amitabha Mantra the hard way: Counting the repetitions with my fingers--while trying to stay awake!
So I got to the Yerba Buena Gardens that was lined with white vendor tents all around the perimeter. And there was a huge turn-out at the Pistahan ( Festival ). On the stage was a group dancing to some Salsa music!!! What the heck! Who invited the Hispanics to perform onstage at a Philippine Festival?!?!?!
True, true. Pilipinos share a common Spanish heritage with the Mexicans and the Puerto Ricans--the Mexicans, especially--but the only place that I want to see some Salsa at a Philippine Festival is in a bowl for my Corn/Tortilla Chips! There, I've said it. Ha, ha, ha.
I wanted to call my Puerto Rican friend, Hector, on my cellphone to let him know that his "kind" gate-crashed a Philippine Festival, but nobody was home at his place in Oakland, CA. I bet he was somewhere in the crowd all along!
I didn't want to stay around for the "Hispanic portion" of the festival. So, I did a 12-minute walk back on Market Street to have lunch at a MacDonald's Restaurant, at 609 Market Street.
MacDonald's was crowded! Where am I gonna sit, I asked myself. When it came my turn to order, I chose the Daily Double Burger, a medium Sweet Tea and a large Fries, all for $6.18, tax included. As I waited for my order, I looked around and noticed that the place has a downstairs dining area.
I went downstairs to eat. I sat at the glass-partitioned far end where they have a round table with five chairs all around it. Presently, I was joined by three Chinese females ( a young one and two older ones ). I guess they felt at ease in my presence because my extreme near-sightedness made my eyeglasses give my eyes that "Chinese look" effect!
Anyway ....
The Chinese ladies ordered a large serving of Fries with Monopoly game pieces on it. And they didn't seem interested in playing the Monopoly game. I was tempted to ask them for their game pieces. Who knows, they might have had the One Million Dollar game piece without even being aware of it. But I don't think that they'd be interested in giving me their 4 game pieces. After all, to them, I was just an "optical illusion"-type of Chinese---And the conversation that they were having in their native tongue was probably centered around that just-realized fact!
On my way back to Yerba Buena Gardens, I decided to take a short cut through this side street, Annie Street. I regretted my decision as I crossed Ambrose Bierce Street because it reeked of urine---Pee-yew!
Speaking of Urine, some Chinese scientists have come up with a way to regrow teeth in lab mice using Stem Cells collected from Urine. If they need more Urine for their lab experiments, Ambrose Bierce Street in San Francisco, CA, has plenty of it to go around--and it's all for free! Ha, ha, ha.
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I took the above photo on the 3rd floor of the AMC Metreon after I had purchased my movie ticket. The performer onstage is a white man who sang some lounge music for the crowd---You know, come to think of it, I didn't see any Pilipino performers onstage at all! What was up with that ....
After the movie, I went back to the ground floor to look for an outlet for my computer's electric cord. But the dining areas were filled with people. I had to go outside to start my blog on this movie on the top step of the back entrance, beside a handrail.
The festival vendors were already packing-up for the day as an Oriental lady was busy rummaging through the trash receptacles looking for, and collecting, cans and bottles. A security guard ushered her out of the compound, gently pressing her on with his hand to her back. Some Pilipina girls ( 3 ) didn't like what they saw and accosted the white guard; they said that the guard shouldn't be touching the woman like that! ( You know, a lawyer would come up with a way to make this act as some sort of sexual harassment, I bet. ) A young black man gave the Oriental lady some money for her trouble. And the Oriental lady called the cops on her cellphone. Two white police officers showed up a few minutes later. Apparently, the guard was within his company policy rights to escort the woman off the premises.
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