Porn’s pimping price8/14/2013
Starring: Amanda Seyfried, Peter Sarsgaard, Juno Temple
“Lovelace” (mostly) succeeds as a brief biopic of Linda Boreman, a middle-class girl from Florida who became a household name — via her porn appellation “Linda Lovelace” — for which she made only one film, “Deep Throat” (1972).
Amanda Seyfried (“Mamma Mia!”) cuts her teeth on a weighty role that gives her ample room to fill her range as an actress. Seyfried conveys her flawed character’s quicksilver transition from naif to world-weary victim with an ideal balance of homely promise and make-up-endowed beauty.
Watergate-era 1972 finds 19-year-old Linda in the backyard of her conservative parents’ house working on her tan with her best friend — much to the disgust of her strict mom (played by an unrecognizable Sharon Stone). Linda’s roller-rink hot-pants exhibition attracts Chuck Traynor (Peter Sarsgaard), a master manipulator of young women. Traynor’s hippie disguise and stoner slang charm Linda into a relationship built more on a pimp/prostitute template than on any evaporating illusion of romantic love.
Sarsgaard’s smallish stature and slow-burn temper don’t measure up to the demands of the roll. He’s too comfortable. When he loses his temper with Linda, there isn’t enough ferocity. Sarsgaard is too puckish. Although we never see it, Chuck supposedly runs a stripper bar. Whether or not he has a steady job is beside the point; Chuck is a smooth-talker with a wad of cash and a hot sports car — a con man on the make. When they’re alone, Chuck and Linda play out Chuck’s sex fantasies. Linda needs training in the oral-sex department and proves to be an enthusiastic student of the art — although no pornographic proof is offered.
Chuck’s New York City mob connections go all in on financing “Deep Throat” after watching Linda performing her specialty on Chuck in a homemade audition reel. Porn director Gerard Damiano (Hank Azaria) and producer Butchie Peranio (Bobby Cannavale) cobble together a high-concept script driven by the conceit that the impetus for their leading character’s oral insatiability lies in the clitoris birth-defect that rests at the back of her throat. Azaria and Cannavale are too jokey to be believable in their mobster roles. You half expect them to break into a comic routine at any moment.
While “Lovelace” hints at the cataclysmic cultural phenomenon that “Deep Throat” created in America, the story rests on Linda’s increasingly abusive relationship with the hot-tempered Chuck Traynor, whose “manager” credentials do little to ensure even a small percentage of the veritable Niagara of cash that “Deep Throat” generated. For a film about the first super porn star, “Lovelace” is remarkably shy about its representational sex scenes. It is a profound mistake. Duo-directors Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman dodge using clips from the actual film — perhaps due to licensing issues. The brief reenactments on display do little to disclose what it was about “Deep Throat” that opened the floodgates for the porn industry during an era of hedonistic sexual liberation, insurgent feminism and trenchant political corruption — which arrived ironically and not-so-coincidentally via an anonymous whistleblower known as “Deep Throat.”
Linda Boreman’s story is an American Mafia story as much as it is a personal tragedy for a woman who was barely able to escape the clutches of a small-time pimp who got lucky, if not rich, on her back. CV