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Harry Dresdan and the Porn Industry

Blood Rites  - Jim Butcher

Gee, I have actually read six of these books now and I really don't know why. I guess it is because the setting is at least different from what I generally get from most fantasy novels, and that there is at least a half decent story arch that sort of makes me want to find out what happens (though the fact that these books tend to end up sitting on my 'I may get around to reading it' shelf suggests otherwise). Anway, what did I learn from this book? Well, maybe that Jim Butcher used to, and probably still does, play roleplaying games.

Basically Harry is hired by an independent film maker (and while I could be a little more subtle about the type of films that he makes, I won't, and will simply say that he makes porn) who is having his cast die of mysterious deaths while trying to produce some films to make a name for himself in the industry. Fortunately Butcher is not so crass as to make the bad guys a bunch of fundamentalist Christians who have decided that the best way to deal with a licentious society is to enact their own version of God's vengeance, and simply resorts to the old corporate monopoly trick.

Once again we delve into the world of the vampires, but this time we mingle with the vampires of the Black Court (who are just plain evil) and the vampires of the White Court (who feed off human emotion). We initially, in the earlier books, received the suggestion that the White Court vampires were good, but when we come to this book, we suddenly discover that they really aren't (though in the world of Harry Dresden, there isn't really a sharp line between good and evil). We also learn a few more things about Harry Dresden, however, for some reason, I found that the peeling away of the mystery that is this wizard who advertises in the phone book was not all that revealing anymore.

Now, this book was written in 2004, and I sort of wonder these days if the porn industry is on its way to obsolescence. The reason I say that is because computing power has reached such a point that any old person could simply make their own home made porn movie and upload it too the internet. Look, people basically watched porn because, well, they got off on it, and we didn't have broadband internet, or an adult only version of You-tube. These days we have it, so I wonder what is the point of actually going out and making a full length pornographic feature when, in reality, nobody is going to buy it (simply because they have either subscribed to some adult only website, or, if they are smart, have realised that you don't actually need to pay for it).

I guess back in 2004 the porn industry, at least when it came to movies, still had a customer base. Mind you, as is suggested in this book, they are hardly Hollywood movies, and were churned out at an alarming rate. The ones that did actually have a following tend to have some form of plot tied into them (such as Flesh Gordon). I do remember people joking about such films, but they did exist. In fact, I remember when Flesh Gordon was showed at one of the cinemas in my home town, and I went with (surprise, surprise) a woman. We both thought it was hilarious, and I think that was the point of the movie. While it was porn, in another sense, it wasn because it was pretty much a really bad take off of a popular story. Hey, proper porn doesn't actually have a plot. It's like some house wife is at home and the pool cleaner (electrician, computer repair man, vacuum cleaner salesman, or any other random guy that just happens to be really well endowed) turns up and they have a bit of a chat, and then start performing acts that some of us still believe children shouldn't be exposed to. In reality there is no plot, and films that I have seen (and yes, I've seen porn) would normally have us fast forward all of the boring bits (which involves really bad and pointless small talk) until we got to the gratuitous sex. The funny thing is that with those movies I never actually watched one alone, but with a group of us, and we would simply all sit around the television and laugh.

Mind you, we were all pretty young at the time.

Source: http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/671146223