Eon McKai

Eon McKai was a porn director and the father of alt porn. His first porno, Art School Sluts (best title ever, y/y?), paved the way for later awesome films such as On My Dirty Knees. He also collaborated with Courtney Trouble on her queer porno, Bordello.

Review: My Own Master

Review: My Own Master

There is something about Kimberly Kane’s brain that I really like. My Own Master, her latest directorial movie, reminds me exactly why. Static on the TV in the background? Sailor hats? Music that I actually like? What is this? Surely it cannot be a porno. A little creativity goes a long way in porn. Remember Kimberly’s Live In My Secrets, with a Jesus painting, a gumball gag, a dude in a horse sling, and fake blood? Yeah, that was awesome. And so is My Own Master. My Own Master (which is shot by Eon McKai) begins with an awesome song by Deathelectric, and Kimberly smoking and making sexyfaces at the camera while wearing a sailor hat, denim jacket, a collar . . . read more

Jack-off Journal #8

Jack-off Journal #8

[This post contains mentions of James Deen. I no longer support him or his work.] May 8th, 2010 Eight days into May and I haven’t jacked off yet. I need to work on life. I saw pictures of this cute pornstar named Gracie Glam (oh god alliteration), so I got my hands on a scene of hers with James Deen, because he brings out the best in everyone. I thought I’d use the Sqweel again, mainly because I’d been rearranging my toy collection and the Sqweel was hanging out on my desk. I also realized it still had its original batteries in it, and they still had juice. Impressive. Of course, I had to hold my labia open a LOT to use the . . . read more

A chat with Courtney Trouble, pt. 4

A chat with Courtney Trouble, pt. 4

It’s the last day of Courtney Trouble week! Yesterday: Roulette Berlin. Today: Bordello. Courtney Trouble and I didn’t mean to have a drunken online chat; it just happened. I’d been meaning to email her my traditional interview questions and receive tidy paragraphs in response, but fuck that — this was a lot more fun. And informative. You can read part one here, part two here, and part three here. In this part, Courtney and I discuss Bordello, working with Eon McKai, and movie-like pornos. Courtney: i have to tell you… it doesn’t do me any good financially to say this because i get paid a flat amount each movie i make, but bordello… is the beginning. Courtney: it’s really different . . . read more

Review: Bordello

Review: Bordello

It’s the last day of Courtney Trouble week! Yesterday: Roulette Berlin. This shall excite you: Bordello is basically Clue porn. There is a murder, a selection of murder weapons, and a dramatic reveal at the end. It’s only 58 minutes long, but its composition and scope make it feel much more epic than any other Courtney Trouble film of the past. And everything — from the costumes to the set to the lighting — is done with a more exacting eye than ever before. Bordello is hot as hell, really and truly, but it’s also deliciously subversive: its performers play with the theme of sexualized violence, using that violence and its objects (a gun, a knife) to embody queer experience. . . . read more

Review: Content

Review: Content

Writing this review feels like a bit of a sham. Eon McKai‘s Content is meant to speak for itself — and for the most part, it does, in its desaturated and minimalistic way. Yet, whether intentionally or not, Content feels very empty at times, and very tired. This is disappointing but also strange, since Eon McKai has made a name for himself by not producing assembly line dribble à la Her First Lesbian Sex. With Content he seems resigned to simply fulfilling the ho-hum prophecy he mumbles at one point: “we just need some stuff people can jerk off to.” There is no plot to Content. Each scene begins with a short description, then some footage of the performers and . . . read more

Review: On My Dirty Knees

Review: On My Dirty Knees

Eon McKai understands something about porn that many directors don’t: male porn stars can be more than disembodied penises. Of course, he understands a lot of other things, too — like how to satirize art school and how to cast cute ladies — but his choice of male talent is one thing that stands out in On My Dirty Knees. The storyline, if you could call it that, is vague; this is a film about “fucking your way out of your hometown.” While one scene is a real-life couple fucking, most of the film is about fucking without love, for reasons ranging from fame to money. But these girls aren’t victims; they’re powerful, persuasive women who know how to make . . . read more

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