Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:
Is it fair to call Sasha Grey a legend? I feel like it is, in part because her meteoric plummet through the hardcore porn industry now seems like part of a past era.
Upon seeing her for the first time I was astonished by her combination of ferociousness and self-awareness. In her performances she was clearly giving it all, and she wanted to be damn sure you recognized it, often barking metronomically at her partners like a punk singer — a porno Karen O. But despite the fluids, the contortions, and the smeared eyeliner there was a coolness to her act, a removed-from-it-all collectedness that might read as contempt if not for the countervailing influence of her dedication.
Was there anything behind the Evel Knievel daring and zoned-out comportment? Any hint of personality or soul? Possibly not, and yet the routine was hot, memorable, and daringly nihilistic, like the Dead Boys’ blaze through “Sonic Reducer” at CBGB. It was influential too: There is a lot of “gonzo” porn these days, and whenever I see an example of it I think of Sasha Grey.
Nudity below. Have a good weekend.