Deep Throat (film)
Appearance
Deep Throat is an American pornographic film released in the summer of 1972 starring Linda Lovelace (the pseudonym of Linda Susan Boreman).
- Directed and written by Gerard Damiano.
Linda Lovelace
[edit]- It makes me feel tingly all over and then nothing... There should be bells ringing, dams busting, bombs going off.
Wilbur Wang
[edit]- [on the telephone with Dr. Young.] You gotta help me. I'm in love with Linda. We want to get married... thank you. There's only one problem - she needs a nine inch cock. I'm only 3 inches away from true happiness, is there anything you can do? You can? Really? [turning to Linda Lovelace] No problem, honey. He can cut it off as short as you want!
Helen
[edit]- [while receiving cunnilingus] Mind if I smoke, while you're eating?
- Do you wanna get off or do you wanna wreck a city?
Dr. Young
[edit]- No wonder you can't hear any bells! You don't have a tinkler!
- The doctor is explaining that the reason that Linda does not have orgasms is that she has no clitoris; it is later discovered to be in the back of her throat.
The Closing Sign
[edit]- The End. And Deep Throat to you all.
Dialogue
[edit]- Linda: How would you like it if you had balls in your ears?
- Dr. Young: [pause] I guess I could hear myself cumming!
- Linda: [dressed in a nurse's outfit] These are expensive treatments, you know.
- Mr. Maltz: Don't worry! Money is no object. Look, I got Blue Cross!
About
[edit]- Virtually every time someone watches that movie, they're watching me being raped.
- Linda Lovelace, testifying before the Meese Commission.
- It is a crime that movie is still showing; there was a gun to my head the entire time.
- Linda Lovelace, interviewed in the Toronto Sun, March 20, 1981.
- It is all very well and good for Linda Lovelace, the star of the movie, to advocate sexual freedom; but the energy she brings to her role is less awesome than discouraging. If you have to work this hard at sexual freedom, maybe it isn't worth the effort.
- Roger Ebert, (March 6, 1973). "Deep Throat". Rogerebert.com.
- Lovelace is almost a Ripley’s Believe-It-Or-Not as she takes the whole joint down her gullet. No, it’s not a small-potato penis but a roustabout rod of ten inches that plummets into the deepest recesses of our lady’s oral cavity. It seems a miracle. … I was never so moved by any theatrical performance since stuttering through my own bar mitzvah.
- Al Goldstein, a rave review in his Screw magazine.