― N., Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
"Anything goes" - erm, not quite. The BBFC still censors most forms of bondage/pain etc, gay group sex (illegal in this country - remember the 'Spanner' trial?), spitting/slapping/felching, outdoor sex ('cos it qualifies as 'obscenity in a public place')and 'female ejaculation' (the BBFC has been 'advised' this doesn't exist, and therefore is the same as pissing, which is also a no-no.)
Visit the BBFC website or www.melonfarmers.co.uk (an excellent anti- censorship site) for the latest info.
― Andrew L, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― your null fame, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ally C, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Emma, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
BTW, I should say that all this info was gathered for 'professional purposes' (I was running Bizarre Magazine's retail website last year, and at one point we looked into the possibility of selling R18s on the site) rather than any personal pervy obsession. Honest.
And I think Mark S and I both know/knew Richard Falcon, who worked for the BBFC for many years. Dunno if he's still there. He was a big expert on 'New German Cinema' and a mad keen horror movie fan - nothing like you would imagine a censor to be.
― Evangeline, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Momus, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
*Not literally, because it doesn't exist, duh.
In the present context, the interesting thing is the mis-identification of the 'ectoplasm' of female ejaculation with urine. Usually people who witness events they fail to believe in suspect their own senses (rub their own eyes, or other organs). As in the Queen Victoria case, such innocence or lack of experience has a permissive outcome (the governesses remain). But in the case of female ejaculation, the scene was immediately reclassified as another known obscenity rather than something unknown. I think here we see the illogicality of those who insist on classifying everything, and refusing to let anything remain 'unknown'. In this light, perhaps the job of 'classifiers' is more, not less, offensive than the job of 'censors' (as they formerly called themselves). The hubris of obfuscating classification is a greater sin than the childish arrogance of mere prohibition.
Surely there are lots of examples of urination on film and TV, plenty of them fairly explicit? For some reason, the only ones I can think of at the moment are Chris Morris-related: the "Kilroy-Silk goes mad" sketch in jam and the end of the "Good/Bad Science" episode of Brass Eye.
― Michael Jones, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Alan Trewartha, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Well anyway, this is all very confusing. I can see I am going to have to write a letter of complaint to the makers 'Sex & Shopping' for misleading me so.
First thing I said. THis would leave them with no film apaprently beyond "Hello you're a new servant" and "Right back below stairs with you" or something along those lines
― Gage-o, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Peter Miller, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― jel, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
i'm glad momus was away too, as we managed to edge the argt away from pure abstract self-regarding essentially meaningless "principle" this time, and explain how pragmatic systems actually allow much more than free-for-alls will: i have no intention starting it again
(besides i seem to recall dave q had the best of the argt on that thread anyway)
i don't actually know richard falcon, tho andrew's characterisation is abt right: he was one the censors ousted when ferman made it a one-man outfit; it's andreas whittam-smith currently
ferman i think wanted to rationalise and respectabilise the process, which was a loser of a notion: he became a egomaniac, cleared out all his colleagues, and muddled on on his own for a year or three
gen of course got his own back on all justice systems anywhere when he won a lawsuit against rick r*bin: r*bin's studio, where e was recording caught fire, rick had of course ignored safety provision, gen had to fling himself out of a window for dear life, breaking his arm rather badly. He sued, claiming his guitar playing abilities had been damaged beyond reair, and r*bin ended paying up a LOT of money. Why didn't r* bin's defence lawyer play some of TG's old tapes? WHAT guitar playing ability? Anyway, that's what I heard and doubtless every word is a verdommte lie...
― mark s, Thursday, 7 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I don't know about Gen's music, but he's still making some pretty unwatered-down visual art from his red-brick outpost of Hell in Brooklyn. All the paintings I've seen by him in gallery shows have 'blood, sperm, urine' as materials on the label. No water, however.
― -o-u-, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― anthony, Friday, 8 February 2002 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)