Watching a Max Hardcore film is like the equivalent of watching Benny Hill to me. When he goes into that whole “yeah”, “yeah” thing, I begin giggling uncontrollably like I should be sitting in the back row of a slow math class with a Pete Rose haircut. Forget those Jonathan Morgan flicks. Max is true porn comedy to me. This isn’t an artistic knock at Max. I met him once a couple of years ago, and he was very cordial to me. I just don’t get off watching chicks regurgitate pieces of corn into a guys pubic hair. The closest I get to extreme sex in my personal life is if my girlfriend doesn’t take a shower that day.
I see this whole Max obscenity trial in Florida a couple of ways, and maybe a few of you can shed some light for me.
As a content producer, how in the hell are you supposed to be able to control where a distributor sells your films? It’s pretty fucking scary to think that I have to worry about whether or not a parolee working the cash register at a jack shack properly checks an I.D. before selling my product, or if he’s selling one of my DVD’s mail order to a person who happens to be born in Mississippi on a Tuesday or whatever fucking ridiculous obscenity laws they have down there.
On the other hand, why are “Euro” versions being sold to consumers in the U.S? You’re unequivocally asking for trouble doing shit like that. It completely goes against common sense. A major component of the government’s case against Max is that he advertises a link to Jaded Video on his front page where you can purchase his Euro versions without any type of restriction disclaimer for U.S. consumers. It’s like he’s hanging his own ass out to dry. I don’t know if it’s a matter of greed or being asleep at the wheel? Maybe someone here can enlighten me…
Writer and producer with credits including feature film, television, home video, video games, and music industry.