Smoking Boyz – Let There Be Light
April 19, 2017
Alex Fararro, Rabbi Finebaum, The Stone Brothers, James Lowes, Miles Previtire (as himself)
They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. That’s assuming you leave, right? I spent a year in Vegas filming pornos. A year and a half, to be exact. Half that time I spent rolling film; the rest of the time I spent rolling pipes. Sometimes, at the same time. You get it.
In the beginning, while negotiating Smoking Boyz, I read nothing in the fine print requiring I become a lifestyle-believer, as my lawyer refers to it, to successfully chronicle the behaviors I was out to capture on film. Yet, that is exactly what was required and exactly what I became: a lifestyle-believer, only in disbelief for the duration of the expansion process itself. Only shocked by what I saw through connected wires for the interim between embarkation and deliverance, at the end of which I had a short but notable list of new experiences that gave me a deeper understanding of the animal that is “tina” and the animal it awakens within us – sometimes a lustful creature; other times, a savage beast.
Let There Be Light is an illustration of the latter, as well as the last episode of Smoking Boyz we filmed that year in Vegas. (Don’t worry, I have plenty more Smoking Boyz in the can and if you like this one, you’ll love what lies ahead in the smoke.)
It is doubtful that Let There Be Light would have ever happened were it not for the Stone brothers. They called me up, ready to work, as usual. Honestly, I already had one foot on a plane back to Providence for post-production at the time, but passing up an opportunity to film the Stone brothers and James Lowes in a scene together wasn’t something I was going to pass up. We met up at my place in Summerlin. The brothers had a seemingly great idea for the premise. We rented a room at the Cabanas at El Cortez in the lovely downtown district of Fremont. I chose this location because it reminded me of the city circa 1970-something – the perfect backdrop for a porno!
Once at the hotel, the Stones got to work on Grindr, setting up meetings with as many Vegas fags as they could. We offered each interested dick sucker $300 to come through and blow Kyle, Cyrus and Lowes while my crew and I filmed. What faggot in his right mind would balk at that offer? In a perfect world, there would have been a line of homos outside the door to our hotel room, just bucking for a chance to blow the Stone brothers and James Lowes. In a perfect world, they’d be willing to do it for free. In a perfect world, they’d have paid just to meet me. But, I digress. I cast two of the eager mouths that were desperate to audition for the part. The rest, I can’t account for.
The night started with a little Latin guy named Alex whose dream was to be a fluffer. Being in the business of making dreams come true, how could I refuse? I cast him as fluffer to the Stones brothers. This would be the perfect opening sequence for the film. We shot it as we waited for Lowes to arrive, late as usual.
Although Alex was a little wetter behind the ears than I would have liked, I decided to roll with it. I was already committed to the shoot and besides, he passed for a smoking boy on short notice. Once we were rolling, looking through my LCD viewfinder, I remember thinking, “Not only is this our gayest scene yet, but nothing like I’d envisioned.” At double the average price of production, it was the most expensive scene I’d shot to date. I knew that this would be the last episode of Smoking Boyz I’d film in this city. That night, at El Cortez, I made the decision that I was, as they say, “leaving Las Vegas.” It was time to closeup shop and fly to my studio in Providence for post-production. I had everything I needed.
The night lingered on for 5 hours over which time I filmed some of the craziest shit I’d ever seen. I wasn’t sure how much of it would be worth viewing, but at the end of the night it was clear – I’d been changed by the experience. For better or for worse, I can’t say. Shortly thereafter, I was gone.
Back in Providence, I got to work cutting film. In my mind, I had filed our work in Vegas into categories: those that sucked, and those that also sucked, but in a good way. I was fairly certain I knew which scenes were going to meet my expectations and which of them would fall short. It was purely out of sick curiosity that I even reviewed the raw footage from the El Cortez. I had a stack of tapes from that night containing hours of footage of the Stone brothers and James Lowes violating some of Vegas’ finest fags, with their consent, of course.
What we captured might be described by some as mesmerizing. Maybe sexy. Maybe altogether wrong. I couldn’t tell you. Too close to the project, let’s say. But when I watched the final cut, it occurred to me at about the halfway point that I was supposed to be making a porno. At the halfway point, it occurred to me that Let There Be Light is somewhat unclassifiable, if you will. What upon shooting I thought was a wasted 5 hours of b-roll turned out to be, well…you decide. This thing, this so-called adult film, this last tango in Vegas on high-speed has consequently enchanted me in ways it didn’t the night it was filmed.
So, then… let there be light, lighters, and lights. Let there be the chaotic, highly-entertaining, hetero-infused manhandling of “fags”. And when the smoke clears, may you be enlightened.
Miles Previtire – Director
April 19, 2017
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