By D. Scot Miller
ANATOMY OF AN ADULT FILM
Sunset Thomas and R. Richard
(World Audience Inc.)
Finally! A book I can trash! I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for something so bad to fall into my grimy little hands. Deep down inside, all critics are sadists. Everyone knows it. Everyone loves it. But it’s rare to find a work that is so masochistic in its conception that it is the equivalent to the animal kingdom’s definition of “presenting.”
Well, Thomas and her ghosty cowriter “R” present big-time with Anatomy An Adult Film and I, for one, am thrilled! As I salivate over this, rubbing my hands together like the best cartoon villain, I wonder where to begin. It’s all just so tempting!
Let’s begin with the writing. Oh god, it’s so bad! If Thomas has any eloquence in her speech, “R” is quick to squelch it with the fervor of a fan-boy whose read too many “Penthouse Confessions.”