dumdeedum.jpgAs a proponent of auteur theory, Andrew Sarris indirectly sanctioned the occasionally masturbatory exercises of a few otherwise-great filmmakers. Now the release of Inside Deep Throat has compelled him to ruminate on his own masturbatory exercises in the New York Observer, He laments that he can't write about Inside Deep Throat, or for that matter, Deep Throat, with scholarly remove, for he "once belonged to that despised tribe of boys and men in raincoats designed to conceal their guilty secrets from each other, and from the more self-controlled and sophisticated literati lurking in their midst." He then launches into a great essay on a life full of pornographic pleasures, guilty or otherwise. Sarris explains that for he and his fellow pervy cineastes, Deep Throat was only an over-the-top culmination of the titilation they'd been seeking out in the films of Russ Meyer, and Ingmar Bergman, and even, for "the leg fetishists", in Hollywood musicals. In fact, at the time of its initial release, Deep Throat inspired in him a "porn connoisseur's contempt." He re-evaluates that opinion in light of the documentary and the current socio-pornographic context.