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This blog has been dead for a while now but you can still read it in it's entirety by clicking on ARCHIVES towards the top left of this page. My regular blog can be found at www.alanglass.co.uk Cheers.
8.7.06 00:02


Well, that's it...

I can't believe people are still reading this! The stats page tells me otherwise.


Anyway, this blog is pretty much finished. I quit my job in the adult industry after 4 years (18 months in this particular job). For 3 months or so now i've been freelance/unemployed (depending on how you look at it) and it's been the best decision i've made in a long time.


Interesting though it may have been (occasionally) to read about, working in the porn industry is, by and large, fucking boring and a total dead end unless you're at the top of the pile. Internet porn webmasters are a different story but being involved in the production of content itself is a thankless task with no real rewards.


Plus - my boss was a total moron. I had 2 bosses, one of which took care of the film production and the other handled the money and business side of things. Guess which one was the moron?


Yeah, you guessed it. Ker-ching! (That was a clue) My reasons for leaving were amongst the following....


I turned up early every day for a year and worked my ass off, improved the look of the films no end , never received much in the way of gratitude and, worst of all, didn't get a pay rise. Our christmas bonuses mysteriously 'disappeared' and not only was i told i wouldn't be getting a rise but that they really ought to be employing somebody cheaper!! Unbelievable!


What kind of idiot expects his staff to have any kind of morale if he tells them that they're worth less than they thought?!!? For the last 6 months i was literally just turning up. That's all. I did the minimum amount of work and left everyday at 6pm on the dot. It came as no suprise to me that nobody noticed any difference. I realised that no matter what i did at work i was wasting my time, my employers couldn't give two fucks about their staff (that office atmosphere was darker than a morgue by the time i left) and most of all i realised that the longer i stayed in porn the more damage it was doing to my showreel. You just can't put anything about the adult industry on your CV as you never know who's going to read it. Even in 2005 there is a large portion of the world that thinks that if you're involved in pornography then you must be some kind of drooling rapist that loves nothing more than using women and masturbating over pictures of children.


However, knowing all of this had it's advantage. I had no contract! I'd asked for one several times over the course of my employment but they never bothered to draw one up. So, knowing i could never mention the job on my CV i had nothing to lose by walking out and telling them what i thought of them! It was great, something i'm sure everyone dreams of doing, i know i have.


I gave them about 20 minutes notice and never came back the next day. Apart from having nothing to lose myself, they deserved it. Simple as that. They pay peanuts, they got monkeys. I wouldn't dream of leaving any other job in such an unprofessional manner but they really did deserve it. After experiencing 3 deaths in my family in one year i was treated as a nuisance when i had to atttend a funeral or family meeting.


 


Shit, i never intended this to be some boring rant about quitting my job, but hey - it all just came out. I'd like to thoroughly un-recommend working in the adult industry to anyone who wants to become further involved in film or television production. It might seem like a fun way in but you're unlikely to be taken seriously by other employers. Don't do it!


Now, i'm back filming and editing skateboarding again and have a small blog and site up at www.livefromantarctica.com where you can see a trailer for the forthcoming video from Heroin Skateboards.


Thanks to all the other bloggers at 20six.com and friends who've read this site in the past. The rights to the movie of my life are on sale for $20 million, with the book rights at $50,000.


Farewell.

18.8.05 15:34


sunday

I have no idea what i can do to help. My troubles have doubled. Not being able to help someone else is far, far worse than not being able to help yourself. Especially when that other person means more to you than ANYTHING.
27.2.05 16:31


Tuesday

According to the statistics page, you lot are still reading this! I haven't added anything for so long i thought nobody would be visiting here anymore.

So much has happened lately, worst of all my girlfriends fantastic father died last thursday. I won't be discussing it here on a blog about porn films but it's had such an impact on our lives that some changes will inevitably occur.

After my mother's death in October, and now this, i have had my moments and the doctor took pity on me yesterday after i'd convinced myself i was having a heart attack (no kidding, anything seemed possible) and gave me a week off work. God knows i need it.

Someday i'll add more here. Until then, exhaust the possibilities....they might run out.
22.2.05 10:28


Friday

OK, it's been a while. Just been getting on with it i guess. By the time i get home from work the last thing i want to do is talk about work, or type about it, so nothing has been added for a week or so now.

In fact when i get home from work at the moment I've been enjoying working on my main interest - i make skateboard videos. Also i just got a nice new 320gb external firewire drive so i can finally pump all the hours and hours of rushes i have into it. There are about 50 tapes full of skateboarding waiting to be viewed and sorted so i have a big backlog to clear. I've got to make a trailer so i can get on with that too! More on that when it's done and online...

Yesterday a well know British male porn actor came into the office to say hello and show us pictures of his broken penis. No that's not a typo. He didn't show us the real thing thankfully, that would be a bit much, even for us. Apparently he was filming a scene where he was fucking (i can't think of a nicer way of putting it, sorry!) this girl from behind really, really hard. On one thrust he pulled out too far and it slipped out so when he thrust forward again it glanced off the "entrance" and was crushed against her backbone (I'm not sure i can spell 'coxics' and the spell-check on my laptop isn't helping, although it did just correct 'spellcheck', ha ha! That second time i typed it has that annoying red dotted line under it - I'm not changing it now, welcome to "give-a-shit night").

Anyway, our poor stud's rock-hard cock was bent completely in half (and as all men will know, that's not really possible) and he says it went blue and swelled up to 3 times it's normal girth almost instantly. We all know the penis has no bone to break (i only know 'cos i watched 'Anatomy For Beginners' on Channel 4 last night and that guy who looks like Freddy Krueger dissected a penis belonging to some stinky looking cadaver) but if you've ever felt one when it's hard (yes, your own one counts) then you'll know that it might as well be a bone. Mine gets particularly hard and sometimes after sex it becomes so stiff it almost turns to stone, so i have to get up during the night and run it under the tap to try and make it go down. Viagra is like my worst nightmare. Did you really want to know that? Don't you wish you could rewind time and skip this paragraph?

So, the porn star in question is out of the game for a little while, get well soon mate! Maybe he'll spend his time visiting some of our glorious national monuments and museums, furthering his knowledge and bettering his appreciation of fine art?

Oh and briefly, a member of our staff was caught wanking by the Parcel Force driver today but that's another story.

Today's moral is - be careful what you do with it.
28.1.05 21:47


Tuesday

Today seemed like a shitty day, even though it probably wasn't really. Who gets to decide whether a day is shitty or not? Me i suppose.

Hey, before i continue on...I'm on the train as i write this and the ticket inspectors have just been past and on into the "first class" area where a bunch of kids are pretending to be asleep! They are all holding strong and nobody is giving in. The female inspector is doing her best to sort them out but her colleague, a young guy, has walked off looking a bit intimidated by the situation. Ha Ha! She just shouted down the carriage "Alan! Where are you going?!" It must be tough trying to prize train fares out of teenagers who aren't much younger than yourself.
Ok, It looks like she's lost her bottle now and is giving in to their weak ass stories about having met on the train and none of them knowing each other. Lame.

Anyway, work was pretty busy, what with trying to get "Aquafuct" finished by the end of the month. Incidentally, we are all too aware how unfortunate that title is after recent events in the Indian ocean but it was conceived and produced long before that. It's a porn film with a surfing/swimming pool/watersports theme (no, not that kind of watersports, we do have some standards) and has nothing to do with earthquakes or Tsunamis. It's too late for us to change the title and would cost us a huge amount of money if we did. To be honest i don't think that we'll be offending anyone more than usual. If Madonna released a single called Aquafuct then the world would notice. We're not Madonna.

Train update: the female inspector has just scolded Alan on her mobile phone. It seems that he's cowering down the other end of the train. Poor old Alan, he's lost the plot. I'll be the first to admit that teenage boys can be kind of intimidating at times but these kids were just babies really. Looks like Alan had better pick a job in a safer environment. Poor lamb.
19.1.05 00:49


Friday

Got some help in the edit suite today, our designer can edit too and occasionally pitches in and cuts some soft versions for me. After the big cock-up (pun intended, but crap) before Xmas i need all the help i can get. With any luck we'll be back on track within 2 months - no uncut films sitting on the "pending" shelf and i'll be back to cutting them as soon as the rushes come in. That would be nice.

Today was the peak of the "rave fever" that has been spreading through the office over the last couple of weeks. A few of us have been reminiscing, and laughing or asses off, about the good old days of teenage dance music - when rave was rave, there was no jungle, no garage, no trance. Sure, those genres existed In those days (some in their infancy) but overall they all fell into one category - RAVE! You didn't go to "night-clubs", you went to raves. The rave might have been in a night-club but it most definitely a rave!

We've been in stitches as we all ranted about white gloves, Vick's vapour-rub, white doves and DJ Druid. The internet has been thoroughly rinsed (good old rave word for you there!) for information, pics of flyers and mp3's of old DJ tapes from Raindance and Fantasia. I haven't stopped laughing and dancing like an idiot all week. Funny that all this should coincide with Bez being on celebrity Big Brother innit?

Last night i scoured my loft in my pants with a torch for the logical conclusion to this madness - my shoe box of rave tapes. After nearly half an hour i exhumed it from the boxes of junk and pulled out the holy grail of our rave renaissance - the DJ Sy with MC Scratchmaster Techno tape from about 1993. This one had been bugging us all week, i took a full day to remember MC Scratchmaster Techno's name, as we remembered the hilarious contents of the cassette. For those of you who don't remember (and you must be in the minority right?) MC SMT (abbreviation for the lazy, like me) was by far and away the silliest of all rave MCs, and that's saying something. He did this ridiculous "vocal scratching" thing where he would make his voice sound like a DJ scratching before each word he said. Kind of like that guy from Police Academy but way funnier and, best of all, with a soundtrack of hardcore rave music.

Our day finished with me climbing up onto a table (or "dance platform" if you will) and throwing some crazy shapes just as both the bosses walked though the door, back from a meeting. I looked very professional.

I know the title of this blog is Editing Porn Films not Hardcore, You Know The Score but hey, nothing disgusting or particularly racy happened today and i know that's what you all tune in for. I started cutting a new film today so you never know, next week could be full of all sorts of repugnant jizz stories. Oooooh!

"You are now in tune to the sounds of The Ratpack...stand by for your rush!"
15.1.05 21:04


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