Porn Valley- Even though there's about a foot in height difference, with the right makeup and hairstyles, Hillary Scott and Staci Thorn could pass for a sister act. Maybe that was the subtle implication in the scene they were about to shoot with Mark Wood for Bridgette Kerkove, www.bkmax.com . Kerkove is directing Bottomless #4 for Metro and Jim Powers is on camera. The concept of the series is apparently a bottomless capacity for sex.
To say that Kerkove gets through her movies quickly is saying that a fart on jury duty is a tension lightener. If you looked at the watch, by 12:15, Bridgette had her last performer of the day- the luscious Dillan Lauren - already in makeup. Lauren has a beautiful face with legs to match. Says she's been on her own and a stripper since the age of 16. Got a two-year head start over the norm in acquiring those gams, you might say.
Kerkove was on the phone ordering pizza. The way Bridgette was going with the shoot she was in a race to beat Dominos. And Dominos gets the order by default because the conversation between Bridgette and Pizza Hut was going absolutely nowhere. Kerkove who can get her crew and performers to stand on their heads is getting nowhere fast with this. Sounded like a comedy routine with one Pizza Hut palming her off on another and none of them wanting to make deliveries. Too bad since I've heard that their anal pizza is quite special.
Aside from that, I'm telling Kerkove that quality work, efficiently done should be her motto. I think I saw that on a plumbing truck one time.
Bridgette was shooting this time at Patti Rhodes' house. And right there you get a clue about porn's current generation when Annie Cruz innocently inquiries where she might find the lady who owns the house. What? Rhodes has been in the business maybe 20 years, has done everything under the porn sun except pick Greg Dark's nose.
Cruz' husband Jack Lawrence is working with Lauren, and Cruz came along for the ride. It appears so did Dave Pounder, Pounder always with a smile that doesn't stop and dressing like a member of varsity crew.
Kind of creepy, though, when your old lady is watching you fuck another woman in the ass, Lawrence pile driving Lauren in the living room. Cruz in the hallway. Lauren exhorting Lawrence to lick her asshole. Pounder as a looker on is having a good ol' time. He seems really convinced that this is a 10 billion a year business. Dave asks me if there's anything he can do for ME. I'm about to tell him, yeah, take a run over to Nicole London's house and pick up my money from this ten billion a year business. But I hold my tongue
Rhodes is shooting behind the scenes stuff. Tells me she's working on a Ph.D in Psychology, but in a one step at a time process is doing a fast-track semester and is looking to have a certification in addiction counseling. I'm telling Rhodes with all the people she knows in porn, she should have a built-in clientele. I also mean to ask Rhodes if she ever finds stray dollops of cum in her house after a shoot but forget. Instead we talk about how South Street's going to shit. Rhodes, who's from Philadelphia, was at the NFC championship game. To put things in perspective, the last time I was at Rhodes' house for a shoot was when Angela Baron was making her now you see her, now you don't comeback for Vivid.
Lauren and Bridgette Kerkove are in the kitchen trading stories about surgery and pain. Lauren mentions that she's had four of them- two for kidneys, one for bladder and one for the stomach. Kerkove's telling her about a drug they give you that lets you pop babies with a smile on your face except the next day you want to kill someone, she says. Today she's Bridgette the Fidget. Bridgette's telling me she feels like shit, feels lousy, is coming off cigarettes. Actually puts it a little more colorfully. Says she feels like she got dragged under a bus. Bridgette's saying all this is funny because when she's pregnant he can't stand the smell of nicotine, makes her want to puke.
But Lauren says Bridgette's doing it the best way- going cold turkey. Someone mentions that Melissa Lauren, who's shooting a scene in a back bedroom, has a great way of dealing with lit ciggies. She puts them out on her arm. Loves pain, apparently.
Bridgette's still holding to her story that she thinks French performer Pascal looks like Liam Neeson. Pascal who's working on this shoot, also started in the business about 20 years ago but for a long stretch did live sex shows. Pascal's saying to me that he had been under contract to Pierre Woodman for something like five years but is trying to get his name out there. I'm telling Pascal that shouldn't be too difficult. Because this guy's teaming up with Alberto Rey for d.p.'s is like watching Siegfried and Roy pulling elephants out of a blind man's ass.
A funny exchange occurs when Pascal and Patti Rhodes start talking about French hotels, Rhodes pronouncing the names as most Americans tend to do when conversing with the French, like Maurice Chevalier. Pascal just shakes his head, hunches his shoulders. Says to Rhodes, "I don't understand you." Pascal, however, is not working with Alberto today. It's with some British performer named Tony. Not to be confused with Tony Sexton. The delightful Janet Alfano makes it a cozy threesome. Alfano loves this shit.
The Colonel- Rob from Mondo Video on Melrose- is also on the set. The Colonel's telling me about a Jim Powers shoot called Hooligans where the cutesy, adorable Hillary Scoot put a brick through his window- all in the name of art, of course. The Colonel, like Powers has tons of stories. "Every day I'm around it's a musical," The Colonel tells me. We exchange perspectives about the Jim Holliday wake. The Colonel's the one who brought Titus Moody's ashes to the affair. Tells me he loves the spectacle of people all hating one another in the same room but keeping it under wraps. Bridgette's telling me to check out The Colonel's sneakers. They're custom made with springs on the heels.
Since I caught a thread on ADT that mentions Pink Eye being a "sadistic" porn series, I ask Powers how's that going for Notorious. Tells me that Burke did the last couple for them and were so bad, they decided to drop the series.
alsoI hear a couple of stories about the James Avalon shoot for Sin City from a couple days previous. Apparently Aurora Snow who was the lead never showed up the second day. No one could find her. Must have been fun re-writing the script on the spot. Another girl from World Modeling showed up with a cold sore on her lip and had to be sent home. Not this one, but I'm also hearing how Jim Enright walked off a Sin City shoot when he went nose to nose with Scott Justice.
In a down moment I chat with Bridgette. I ask if she's ever taken count of the number of movies she's directed. Because we'll all know that Skeeter can give an exact count to the number of scenes she's performed in.
"Actually no," she says. "Maybe 60." Sounds like a conservative estimate. I wondered if Bridgette shit her pants the first time she was behind camera. "Not at all," she smiles. "The opposite. I love the multi-tasking. It's something I handle well and it's fun." Her first movie was done about three and half year ago for a Canadian company. It was titled Bongs N' Thongs.
"Let me guess," I say. "Girls in thongs smoke from bongs."
"Exactly. But it was all fake," she says. "They sent us this fake pot. It looked like pot but smelled so disgusting. I don't even remember what it was made out of. It had an odor that was so gross." Kerkove explains that it was an all-girl movie, girls fucking each other with dildos and smoking out together. "That was the whole thing," she laughs. "It was cute but not necessarily a concept I would come up with because I'm not into any kind of drugs. But that's what these Canadians wanted. And this was the first I had even heard of 420. What is that?"
For someone practically in the same boat, I'm even able to explain that to Bridgette telling her I learned a lot of neat stuff over at Extreme. "It was my second education in life." She cracks up.
After that movie, says Kerkove, she spent the next year and half pretty much in hibernation. "I didn't shoot. I wasn't in anything. Then when I came back I short some scenes and directing what I was shooting."
I was thinking it was the chop sticks scene but I asked Kerkove what stands out in her mind as the single craziest scene she's ever done. Surprisingly, she comes up with a different answer. "That's what's so crazy," says Bridgette. "People think that's crazy. Mike Kovacs shot that. That scene was done with my husband and he made a dildo out of chop sticks. It really wasn't crazy. He [Skeeter] put the chop sticks inside of a condom, inside of me. It was fun. That's the way to characterize it. The scene that was crazy in that I shook my head at was for Tom Zupko- Days of Whore- and that scene won an award."
Kerkove's being fucked in a barn by Tyce Bune who's a leper and his dick falls off. To this day Kerkove's hard pressed to come off with a smooth explanation to account for the wacko concept. "That was the worst, not because of what they did," she says. "Granted it looks better on film. But the cock had no inside to it. So it just crumpled. I had to cheat it and pretend it was going inside of me. What was hard was the fact that shooting the scene was like 12 hours. That made me want to kill myself. Everyone was screaming at him [Zupko]. Francois who was cameraman wanted to beat him over the head with the camera. Can you imagine shooting one scene- how many tapes that took to shoot 12 hours with one scene? In reality mine was the mellowest scene in that movie. Not like Kristi Myst. She had to be pee'd on- and everything. I'm not a golden shower girl. I pee'd on Skeeter in that chopsticks scene but taking it, that's not my cup of tea."
