As you might imagine, I support the theatrical rerelease of Deep Throat, but not so much that I'll, like, go. My support is more sentimental.

I first saw the film when I was in my early teens. It was dubbed onto a VHS tape intentionally mislabeled "Moscow Music Peace Festival" by a Phillippino acquaintance named Kevin Quiembao. Suffice it to say, the first viewing touched me.

Times change. Though my friendship with Kevin ended when I knocked out one of his front teeth for staring at my girlfriend's ass, I think of him fondly. And though the tape he gave me was lost long ago, I remember it still. In fact, I'd speculate that the film impacted psychologically in ways I can't articulate and may never fully realize.

But, like, see it in a theater? That's a little skeevy, isn't it?

So while my person will not been in line when the box offices open, my heart will be. In my soul I'll be singing the film's unforgettable theme: "Deep throat, the deeper the deep your throat...."

Analogcabin @ 9:41 AM
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