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The Joy Virus

Now, I only worked in advertising for about six months right after college, so I don’t claim to be an expert or anything, but it seems like putting the word “Virus” in the title of a porn film is maybe not the smartest marketing idea — I certainly wrinkled my nose in distaste and picked up the box by one corner, as if it might itself be infectious. (I mean, the word “Infectious” is featured prominently on the box, along with a biohazard symbol). Then again, maybe it’s a reminder that sex in the form of watching porn by yourself in your living room is safe sex.

The premise involves a former boy genius who went to India and studied with gurus for years, but came back with ideas that could have been acquired in half a semester of an intro to philosophy class: “People are too attached to material things! They don’t connect with each other!” Etc. So his solution is to engineer a virus that kills people unless they have orgasms, presumably to spread world peace by encouraging desperate fucking. He invites a bunch of sexy journalists to his house, promising a big news story, and secretly infects them all. Oh, yeah, and the virus also gives them all telepathy, pretty randomly, and for no discernible purpose. It’s a decent enough premise for getting people to shag all over a mansion, but they certainly take their time getting to the shagging, and the plot just isn’t good enough to deserve that kind of screen time. Several characters do die, of the virus or other things, and it’s always rather jarring, as the film veers wildly from humor to pop philosophy to violent science fiction and back again. There is a pretty funny subplot about a woman who keeps accidentally killing her potential sexual partners, who becomes increasingly more desperate to get laid and stay alive. The numerous overdubbed voices are distracting, but possibly better than the original (presumably heavily accented?) dialogue it replaced. Much of the original audio track is difficult to hear or understand. So, it’s not without its problems. But on to the sex!

Of course, when you’re terrified of dying, it might be tough to achieve orgasm, and the pressure of knowing that if you don’t get your lover off, she’ll die — talk about performance anxiety! Fortunately, none of the performers seem to really care about their motivation, so the sex is your basic hardcore European fuckfest. I said to my wife last night, European porn stars will just as soon assfuck you as look at you, and there’s plenty of anal, dp, group sex, and a really nice four-way all-girl scene with bikini-clad beauties frolicking poolside. Some movies have a plot that adds to your enjoyment, and some have a plot that you have to endure to get the good stuff. This is one of the latter, but there is good stuff, so persevere.

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