Falconhead

Most people's expectations of a porno film begin and end with whether or not the guys are hot and the dick are big. Porn is dispensable product, so there's no reason to invest integrity, right? Actually, pornography could be a viable and vital form of expression, as important to the humanities as traditional cinema or novel writing, and at times it is - or at least, it has been. Falconhead is one of a handful of films that seriously and artistically attempt to bring grandeur, beauty, and complexity to the blue movie. It's a wonder this film is not as hallowed as Fred Halsted's L.A. Plays Itself because it is as intense and thought-provoking. Using a mirror as primary inspiration, director Michael Zen draws from a deep well of symbol and myth to bring back an electrifying erotic experience. Falconhead features a fearsome bird-headed man with magical powers, a possibly nefarious shaman/landlord, stunningly photographed solo sequences, deliciously ambiguous sexual violence, and lots of ooey, gooey cum eating. A film like this, however dripping with artifice, is a rare treat, and every lover of erotica should see it at least once.