…und dein Sperma?

This GGG thing...

It’s perfectly understandable that, given the average GGG movie’s lack of aesthetic finesse, a regular customer complaint concerns their cheap and nasty appearance, from the models’ looks and garish attire to the crummy camerawork and seedy setting. However, over time I have come to feel that this is missing the point. In fact, that is the point: surely they are meant to be like that.

This is unashamedly about wallowing in the mire. Stripped of all considerations save flagrantly flaunting its filth, I’ve come to feel that a GGG experience should seem as sordid as a night on the Reeperbahn at the depth of its decadence. I think I might feel short-changed if it wasn’t. The dingy nightclub or studio with the debauched goings-on picked out in harsh, glaring spotlights…man, you can almost smell the disinfectant with which the premises are hurriedly swabbed down once the night’s copious expulsion of bodily fluids is complete.

It’s porn so sleazy that you might have to stop yourself from involuntarily cramming coins into your DVD machine for fear the screens will drop before you see the next minute’s action. It’s porn so sleazy even hardened porn hounds find themselves reluctant to admit their GGG habit. Just add another guilty secret to the list.

That’s the other side, of course. Would porn like this, or porn full stop, even exist without the guilt factor, without all the hang-ups, predilections and peccadilloes? If everyone had a healthy, open attitude to sex, would there be any mileage left in that classic porn thrill of finding a surprisingly bright-eyed, fresh-faced young lady with girl-next-door appeal (such as our star turn here) immersed in such wanton degeneracy? The whole thing seems to hinge on that delicious disbelief in asking, “surely girls like that don’t do such things?” and the dubious delight of finding that, “oh yes, they most certainly do”. And this movie provides ample visual confirmation of that.

Thank heavens for...Magdalena

While it might appear, and indeed it’s hard to dodge the accusation, that I am prevaricating in avoidance of spelling out exactly what happens in this movie, the truth is there would be little to tell if it was just about the facts, man. So what happens?

Well, the requisite bright-eyed, fresh-faced, and remarkably so, young lady here is called Magdalena. She gives an interview, inserts a baseball bat into her vagina and then heads off to the GGG studio where the usual grunting, anonymous guys twist her up like a pretzel as they ruthlessly fuck her with sex toys and then their dicks. There’s another interview, then repeat the formula. What else do you need to know? Oh, yes, in the first scene she wears black stockings; in the second her leg wear is red. Anal? Check. DP? Check? Facials? Yes, but not quite the archetypal GGG cum bath. The focus is firmly on relentless hard shagging with a fairly rough edge.

Instead, allow me to wax lyrical about Magdalena, the sole female participant, and ponder exactly what such a pretty epitome of girl-next-door (perhaps gone ever so slightly slutty…) is doing in the midst of such madness. She is quite remarkable – I do wish I knew more German, purely to understand her interviews. She is an articulate, petite and attractive girl who consistently amazes with her endless energy and more so with her ability to accept and indeed exceed the intensity with which the men meet her. I am left in little doubt even with meagre understanding of the conversation that she really loves strong, strong sex – the keywords “sehr hart” are prominent – and seems utterly in her element as she is treated to such, in spades, and simply laps it up as though she could take a whole lot more.

The thing is that this all may seem of modest significance from the perspective of pornography, the consistent appetite for excess making what once seemed bizarre and extreme just another part of the routine. Habitual viewers of hard porn may well become inured to the fact that when related to every day life in the “real” world, this is quite extraordinary stuff, begging many questions, chief of which, to my mind, must surely be: what does Magdalena get out of it? I can understand enough of what she says, confirmed by how she acts, to realise that this is surely about more than money.

Let’s try to put this into some sort of context – apologies for the weakness of the potential scenario, but please indulge me. Imagine her day: “attended a lecture, met friends for lunch, picked up a little shopping, popped into the gym, then headed to the GGG studio where a couple dozen strange men ejaculated on my face”.

This is really what gets me about these movies – how does John Thompson end up with a young, attractive woman who has the desires of some jaded pleasure seeker? Existing in their own little world outside the mainstream of adult movies, solid information beyond the supplied interview footage (which is naturally all to confirm everything is A-OK before we see just how far the action goes) is hard to come by. If only I’d known those German lessons would have had some use!

The verdict

In conclusion, I suspect some clarification is required as to whether the above actually constitutes a recommendation of this particular movie as much of this review could apply to many, if not most, of the GGG, John Thompson, 666 and Sexbox series, in which Magdalena has made a number of appearances of late. For me, this is an interesting if minor variation on the well-worn theme and if it weren’t for such an appealing leading lady, I doubt there would be much of lasting interest – on a repeat viewing the action seems somewhat thinly stretched in filling a quite meagre run time of an hour and a quarter or so.

True, the sex is undeniably very hard and quite unrelenting in its intensity but what irritates me most of all is that John Thompson has the knack of reducing what is, as I have endeavoured to suggest, some genuinely outrageous subject matter to the level of another assembly line product. Having watched quite a number of these movies around 2-3 years ago and found they quickly became repetitive and one-dimensional, it’s a little depressing to find that Thompson may have added stronger sex but made scant progress in most other departments.

In itself, …und dein Sperma? is quite a wild little movie, but taken as part of this never-ending procession of releases, its impact is somewhat lessened. While JT just keeps churning them out rather than truly reflecting on the remarkable opportunity he has to make something genuinely unique with these extraordinary girls he finds (even the utterly deranged Sexbox line seems to have quickly lapsed into a formula), I suspect true enjoyment of the world of GGG will remain an acquired taste.

As a short footnote, value for money is also somewhat sketchy, as the 77 minute run time encompasses some shoddy advertisements along with the two interviews and two lengthy sex scenes. Around 12 minutes of trailers are all the extras you’ll find, and the authoring of the disc, from menus and chapter set-up to picture and sound quality is little better than adequate.