Porn Theatre

Screening Time:
Saturday, May 7, 8:00 PM
Charles Theatre 1

Director: Jacques Nolot

Cast: Vittoria Scognamiglio, Jacques Nolot, Sébastien Viala,

Country: France
Year: 2002
Running Time: 90 minutes
Format: 35mm

Though the literal translation from the French of La Chatte à deux têtes is “The Pussy with Two Heads,” Jacques Nolot’s film about one night in a derelict Parisian adult movie house was released in the U.S. under the title Porn Theatre.  The titular theatre is overseen by the long time ticket taker (played by Vittoria Scognamiglio) who acts not only as a gatekeeper, but also as a mother hen to the regular customers.  On this particular evening she strikes up a conversation with one such regular as they engage in a philosophical discussion in the lobby.  Meanwhile, in the theatre there’s more action going on than just what’s on the screen as the theatre has become a cruising location for gay men and transvestites.

Tricks occur mostly without words as the theatre becomes a complex ballet of sucking, jerking, and other sundry anonymous sexual encounters.  Little attention is shown to the (heterosexual) porn film on the screen, and perfunctory police raids do little to deter the denizens as they seek to escape the harsh light of the real world in the safety of the darkness of the theatre.  It is only there where they can be free, but a melancholy air hangs over the proceedings as ultimately the movie must end and morning must come when they each must return to the outside world.

-- Dan Krovich

Presented By: John Waters

Biography:  John Waters is most famous for his long career as a film director, which has included such famous (and infamous) works as Pink Flamingos, Hairspray, Serial Mom, and last year’s NC-17 rated A Dirty Shame.  He is also an author, public speaker, and a celebrated photographer whose work has exhibited throughout the world.  He even released a CD of his favorite Christmas songs last holiday season, which included such notables as “Here Comes Fatty Claus.”  Once dubbed the “Pope of Trash,” John Waters may now be more accurately labeled as Baltimore’s own renaissance man.