deadend.com - Webisode 14

by Phil Daniels, producer

What better way to make a living (a good one)? Fuck! I get to get off with beautiful people and just have fun. So, I chose the road of making movies.
--Lita Chase, actor, on www.litachase.com

Porn. I just like the sound of that word. Porn. PAWWWWWWRRRRNNN--make your guess now as to how many times I’m going to say that word--and that’s what happened in The Peg. Besides all the rest of the goings on in Toronto over the last few days, I had a series of late night freewheeling conversations /negotiations/philosophical discussions with Michel, Canada’s reigning internet porn king to get everything in place for the next fate to befall the deadend road show. Michel was and is one of our biggest online fans, and he put himself in a position to crash head on into the world of deadend--part breathtaking creative fun, part torture chamber, but 100% adventure. Folks, this was interactivity at its best. Michel got hooked on this here site and was moved to send in the mother of all story suggestions: he would schedule the shooting of a porn movie for Winnipeg, setting up an opportunity to see what would happen when the deadend kids showed up. Were we game? Porn.

I had spent a good deal of time talking with and getting to know Michel on the telephone and through email from Amherst on as our backing and forthing on how it would all come together continued basically up until the last minute. But once Wy and I did the advance scout mission to make sure everything was cool and we actually met him in person, any residual concerns I had evaporated. Michel is straight up, the total opposite of every stereotype that “porn king” brings to mind, and just a good guy. We felt secure, as we after all were responsible for the lives and welfare of three youngsters. I couldn’t help remember that Adrian’s mom’s last words to him as he left to begin deadend.

In the lobby of the Hotel Fort Garry, a fine CP hotel, (site of the porn shoot) we had no trouble noticing Michel and the porn performers. Lita Chase, whose renown preceeds her, stood the lobby on its ass with her curve-hugging leopardskin outfit. Jake Steele, recognizable from several porn films, looked just a little too slick to be a regular civilian and Winnipeggers took notice. The group was rounded out by Greg Gregory, Director of Pornography, who was his own trip. See, Samy--there’s always hope if the artsy film thing doesn’t work out.

Porn was porn, but the best stuff was the rap session between Michel, Lita, Jake, and the deadend kids. Every camera was pressed into service and it’s fair to say the porn shoot was well covered.

Fortunatley Michel took care of most of the logistical details ie getting the performers to W-Peg from Florida, lights, accomodations, etc--To boot, Michel in his eternal coolness put up the entire deadend crew and cast for the night at the Hotel Fort Garry. The comfy bed was something else after sleeping at shitty RV parks inside a small pup tent doing a King Tut pose. It seemed that I had never been unconcious for a shorter time, but it was a little slice of heaven while it lasted.

Comfort was out. The road, the beautiful road, was in.