THEATER REVIEW- The Pornographer's Diaries

When a man gets his dream job at his favourite porn magazine, Bling!, he sadly discovers that all that glitters is not gold…or that is at least the tagline for what is essentially a bare-boned-15-minute-comedy-routine, turned theatre. In defence of the show (perhaps just the actors?), it was done well for what it was, BUT that is not saying much. The shock-value of cunt-fuck-dick banter only holds up for so long before the joke wears thin and the audience begins to look around for something more like plot development, character growth, or transformation. While porn movies can get away without any of the aforementioned, they also do not tout themselves as feature-length art projects; I neither got-off on, nor got into, the show.

My favourite (to use the word lightly) moment came during a debate between a feminist and the protagonist on the arguably exploitative nature of the porn industry. It was an interesting discussion and one that even bordered on depth, if only it could have been dramatized instead of flung away as another “all women are cunts---one way or another” gag.