[LA Weekly]- It’s hard to know how much money the 1972 porn classic Deep Throat, www.xxxdeepthroat.com actually made, given that it was financed by mobsters. A claim made in Anna Waronker and Charlotte Caffey’s new musical, Lovelace: A Rock Opera, puts the figure at $1 billion, though a couple of years ago, even the suggestion that the film made $600 million was called into question by the L.A. Times, which speculated that for the movie to have made even that much money, more people would have needed to see it than Star Wars.

The larger point of Lovelace is that its central character, Linda Boreman (a.k.a. Lovelace) — a poster child for domestic abuse by her husband/pimp, Chuck Traynor — saw not a dime of that money. She was trafficked in the name of a sexual “revolution.” Even her $1,200 fee was taken by Traynor.

The blow-back from an antiporn censorship campaign by the Nixon administration helped to put Deep Throat on the map, turning it into a chic cultural phenomenon and paving the way for the mainstreaming of pornography, which remains the most profitable industry on the Web.

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Courtesy of Hayworth Theatre
Hey, little girl: Swan as Traynor, Lenk as Lovelace
Hey, little girl: Swan as Traynor, Lenk as Lovelace
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The Life
The Life

The Deep Throat phenomenon was always something of a paradox: The feminist movement, with Andrea Dworkin at the helm, argued that the kind of sexual revolution the mysogynistic film embodied was just a front for the slavery of women, while its supporters claimed that it helped to set us all free — or at least freer.

Lovelace: A Rock Opera is one of three productions on local stages by which you can track the sexual revolution’s murky path. Another musical that just opened at the Stella Adler in Hollywood for a short run is a revival of The Life, a 1997 Broadway show featuring the familiar musical stylings of Cy Coleman. Meanwhile, the Two Roads Theater in Toluca Lake is premiering a new, contemporary wife-swapping comedy by Jeff Gould, called It’s Just Sex.

Lovelace: A Rock Opera is actually a morality play, entirely sung (Waronker and Caffey’s score and lyrics have both musical and literary sophistication), which attempts to straighten out the mixed messages sent by the late Boreman in her various writings and interviews — from celebrating her life in porn to testifying against pornography in general and against the sadism of Traynor in particular. (There’s evidence that Traynor may have coerced Boreman to participate in acts of bestiality, not referred to in the musical.)

The villains here are evil incarnate, particularly the greasy Traynor (Jimmy Swan), who turns on the adoring, submissive woman-child he rescued from an emotionally brutal mother (Whitney Allen) who is almost as horrible as he is. In one scene, after Linda has fled her marriage (whose honeymoon consisted of a gang rape — “There’s some gentlemen I want you to meet”), Traynor and his mother-in-law collaborate to force the runaway bride to return to her husband, despite her pleading to her mom that he made her “fuck other men.”

Ken Sawyer stages a tableaux-laced spectacle that’s entirely sung to recorded accompaniment. The absence of any live musicians in a rock opera is the one cheesy aspect to this otherwise elegant portrayal of slavery and redemption. The production hangs on Katrina Lenk’s riveting portrayal of Lovelace, which goes beyond the rich timbre of her singing. In the flicker of an eye, and the comportment of her limbs, she exhibits an eagerness to please and a hunger to live out a picket-fence fantasy of “home” that cuts to the very marrow of her bones, and ours. It’s a performance so good, it makes you understand why Little Red Riding Hood has endured the centuries. Once her consciousness is awakened, as the feminists used to say, she’s a woman on the run psychologically, and sometimes physically, from the wolves.

The human-trafficking experts talk about the difficulty of obtaining cooperation from victims because of the way they participate in their own exploitation, but those nuances aren’t here, because this is really just a rudimentary fairy tale about slavery, and breaking free.

LOVELACE: A ROCK OPERA | By ANNA WARONKER AND CHARLOTTE CAFFEY | Presented by the HAYWORTH THEATER, 2509 Wilshire Blvd., L.A. | Through February 1 | (323) 960-4442