So what did Robby D. do? He made--what looks like-- another really cool, really exceptional, really funny porn flick, that's what!

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me babble a bit first about some shit that has nothing to do with Robby D., but eventually gets to what I want to say about Robby D.

Luke Ford, aka Duke Floored, has posted on many occasions that I’m jealous of uber-director Michael Raven. It all started when Luke decided that I was directly or indirectly nudged out of my comfy director spot at Sin City by Raven. Of course, this was not only bullshit, but speculation on Ford’s part—bullshit and speculation being what often serves as “news” for Ford.

And, of course, most of you might know that uber-director Raven has often been given some uber-budgets for his uber-porn… the kind of budgets that I certainly never enjoyed during my Sin City tenure. He’s also been given uber-latitude to produce and direct the kind of uber-scripts that he wants to uber-produce and uber-direct.

Guys like Raven are often given budgets, as well as the freedom to produce a unique brand of content, that I’ve never enjoyed from any company I’ve worked for—period!

Again, Ford has speculated that this also has been the source of some jealousy (I've supposedly felt) for the Raven.

But the truth is, I’m quite friendly with Michael Raven. I like him and respect him as a producer/director in this business. If anything, I’m happy for him that he’s often allowed the freedom and the money to make the kind of porn that he makes. Guys like Raven represent hope for fieldhand pornographers like myself. If there’s a secret to achieving this kind of freedom in this business, I’d certainly like Michael to share it with me. But there is no “secret.” Raven’s been lucky and determined and focused. And he’s been talented enough to barter his luck, perseverance, and personal vision into a continuing thing.

But there is a director in this business who I am somewhat envious of—Robby fucking D. That motherfucker not only gets to make the kinds of stuff I’d like to make, but he works for a company (Digital Playground) that, apparently, lets him make the kinds of shit I’d like to make. And its a dead-on bet that they give him enough fucking money and time and resources to accomplish it. Of course, it also helps that Robby is talented enough to do a great job of making the kind of shit I'd like to try my hand at making; but I'm not going to get carried away stroking his ego here because: A) "stroking his ego" sounds gay, and B) I don't want that little, bald-headed fuck to get a big head and become a BIG bald-headed fuck.

Robby’s newest from Digital Playground, “Sex in the Valley,” is a perfect example--at least judging by its kick-ass trailer--of what turns me into a little green monster. And just so you know, "Sex in the Valley" isn't a cheesy porn rip-off of "Sex in the City." If anything, it pays a sort of 'porn homage' (if such a thing as 'porn homage' is possible) to the camp, noirish style of films like John Herzfeld's "2 Days in the Valley."

Take a look at Robby D’s cleverly-cut, well-produced, and thoroughly entertaining trailer for his newest flick, “Sex in the Valley.” And if you don’t agree that this trailer looks like porn that is truly narrowing the gap between mainstream-ish art house cinema and adult, you simply don’t know “jack shit about jack shit!” (Note: The clever phrase, “jack shit about jack shit!” is courtesy of VCA’s BIG director, Jim Holliday.)

You can view the Digital Playground/Robby D. trailer for “Sex in the Valley” right HERE.




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