Anyone who has ever watched a Triple X Rated film (and I imagine some of you probably have) has seen with their own shocked or delighted or amazed eyes the film industry at its worst. The actors deliver their contrived poorly written lines, usually something like "What do you want to do?" or just "aaaaaaaaaaaah" and my personal favorite "How much for the pizza." accompanied by "I am sure we can work something out" in one take, because the footage needs to be saved for a highlight reel of wet explicit action cut together in mind blowing(and other parts too) close-ups. "Things You Would Never Do With Strangers" comes to mind. Oh, I have seen some wild behavior at parties but suffice it to say, the plotless, no romance, no script ____fest Triple X Rated film just lacks something. Do porn stars perform for pizza? Really?
Flip the sides of the coin to Danielle Steele (I hope I spelled her name correctly) and her well written if not somewhat formulated stories. There is a plot, romance, dialogue, flowery description and so on. But just as you think, just maybe, oh yeah... you flip the page because Adrian Collins beautiful wealthy socialite has a button open on her elegant dress and wants to embrace passion, consummate a desire that has burned inside of her since her first seeing this virile embodiment of her animal instincts ... seventy five more pages and she wants to meet for a rendezvous with Rafe in the tower of the old mansion at the cliffs. Her heart pounds as she climbs the stairs for five more pages. She sees the wolfish grin on Rafe's chiseled face. Adrian knows she will do anything to please Rafe abandoning chastity as she slowly ascends the stairs one slow step at a time entranced by Rafe's hard... muscles? Then its like the publisher lost some pages or maybe some high school kid cut the pages out of the book on the shelf before you bought it with his x-acto knife. Oh come on Danielle, Did you run out of ink... GAH?!
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