The Interracial Sex Havoc project is a reviews selection of films that contain at least one interracial sex scene. The present chapter is about movies released from 1985 to 1990. Many goodies are presented, including a Dennis Hopper film and a flick with Mickey Rourke. So, enjoy!
Foreword on Compilations
For this Interracial Sex Havoc instalment I
had to ignore the Afro Erotica film series that (from 1986 to 1989)
produced 33 volumes, and the Black Ass, White Gash film series that I
believe it produced 10 volumes, because although they are both very important compilations
of ethnic pornography and among the first too, these videos were still a
patchwork of unrelated sex scenes and no matter how hot many of them are (some
of them coming from classics of the era) there is really not much you can write
about plot-less intercourse sessions. The bottom line is that I will try to
avoid compilations as much as possible.
Irrelevant Introduction
Up to around 1988 (roughly the end of the golden age of porn), movies
usually portrayed interracial sex as something exotic. From around 1988 onwards
things changed a bit and usually interracial sex worked as a vehicle for fetishsized
racism. Some subgenres of porn do that with several subjects, including rape. Racism
and rape are undeniably the greatest evils in this world. They are occasionally
eroticized in some porn subgenres, but I don’t think that we should make quick
conclusions of the films that do that (or any film). After all, adult films
work as a fantasy (no matter how realistic) and contrary to prostitution they
actually keep perverts off the streets when they offer them harmless orgasms
through masturbation. Rape and racism are cultural problems that society needs
to solve with education and other means, but to ignore them by simply banning
them on film is outright stupid.
Another problem with porn from around 1989 to 2009 is (in most cases)
the lack of story. The rise of the so called gonzo porn killed storytelling.
This seems to be changing the last few years with the introduction of genres
such as the staged casting videos and those work solely because we the audience
get introduced to the performers. Sure, most of what the performers say is
bullshit, but a character development of sorts takes form there. This works as
a masturbation material because it is absolutely vital to know a thing or two
about the performers even if that is only a fake name and a fake date of birth.
It looks like the ‘amateur’ genre won’t go away any time soon, but it also
seems that many people are now bored of seeing people portrayed as fuck meat.
Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely find many ‘amateur’ videos to be very hot, but
as a reviewer I find it impossible to write an article about two (or more) people
fucking in a room.
Another thing I noticed is that although the adult film industry was
always producing comedies, somewhere around the late ‘80s parodies and
self-mockery themes became very frequent. And it has been said by various theorists
that when one film movement stops taking itself seriously then it is dead.
Well, porn proved this argument to be wrong.
The Reviews
Angel Heart (1987)
The beginning of this film is set in New York in 1955 where Louis
Cyphre [Robert De Niro who around the same time was also in The Untouchables
(1987)] delegates private detective Harry Angel [Mickey Rourke fresh off 9 ½
Weeks (1986)] to find singer Johnny Favourite.
Harry goes on a mission in Louisiana (which is very stereotypically
portrayed as uncivilized) where dead bodies start piling up around the hunt for
Johnny. It is there that he will meet underage mother Epiphany Proudfoot [Lisa
Bonet from High Fidelity (2000)] and between them the sole interracial
sex scene will happen. It is a very interesting scene which is pivotal to the
plot and gorgeous to look at with its use of the small space that a single room
is providing and with the rain that comes through the ceiling and later becomes
blood which is showering the couple.
There is a twist ending to the film, which nowadays may seem very
obvious, but back then it was quite original as nobody in the audience was so
well trained to such surprises. Also, the names given to the characters are a
bit stupid and obvious. This being a neo-noir, the main character is smoking
cigarettes throughout the entire running time which makes you want to take a
puff too. This is in my opinion the greatest film by director Alan Parker [Pink
Floyd The Wall (1982)].