Who's into Porn?

My taste in movies does not necessarily match that of my friends and family. I often seek out the lesser known, independent films. I give them a try. Sometimes they're great, and I am glad I discovered something worth watching. Other times I see a few not-so-good ones. Since my viewing preferences don't usually fit those of my brothers, I really should quit trying to pass on my eccentric movie tastes to them. I continue to recommend films to them anway, hoping they will see one and actually like it. So many great films are out there - I just want to share the good movies with people I love. Why can't they see that?

It started when I told my brother to watch Fargo. C'mon, it's a good flick. He hated it and told me so. I figured he would love Swingers. Again, he informed me it sucked. I recommended Memento to both of my siblings. They didn't like that either, but they never actually started at the beginning and watched it all the way through - kind of a problem with that movie. I made them both watch Frailty and The Salton Sea in my company. The smartass remarks went on for days. Now it's just a family joke that whatever I say is good probably isn't, especially if my brothers have never heard of it. So uncultured. So un pop-cultured. Poor souls.

So tonight I was telling my brother about Wonderland, which is based on a true story. I am so a sucker for that. For some reason I truly love stories that have truth in them, even if it is only a little bit. One of my recent book purchases describes the truth and myth behind 100 movies. So I brought up the movie, and my brother said he hadn't ever heard the title. He said, "It's probably like that other one - The Salton Sea." After reminding him that that was a very good film, I described Wonderland which is about four people bludgeoned to death in California in 1981, a case that involved John Holmes who was a famous porn star. I didn't know anything about this guy and his films before watching the movie.

My brother said, "Oh, like I haven't heard of that guy."

I replied, "Have you?"

Laughing, he said, "Yeah. Haven't you?"

I said, "No."

"Well, I guess you're not as into porn as I am," he said.

"I guess not."

Aside from the fact that my brother's trivial knowledge of porn stars is disgusting, I realize something else. I have solid evidence now. I have always wondered why my very own brother wouldn't enjoy the same types of movies as I. It's because he likes different movies, a totally different type of movies.

That's just gross.