George Putnam seems to know a lot about porn. If, as this film purports, one becomes a pervert upon seeing pornography — and therefore unable to see sex as a "normal" person — his mind must be infected! Also, it seems like these filmmakers must have sifted through a lot of porn. They knew just where to strategically place those bars. Or they must have been wearing some special radiation glasses to protect their eyes from the virus that is pornography.
But what I'm mostly interested in is the teenage flagrant abuses of the God-given gift of sex. Tell me, what kind of porn were they producing in the 60s? Either that, or I must have missed out on one hell of a good time during my teenage years.
Yet another question: what's with the fixation on the "breast fetish"? I mean, was it common amongst men of yesteryear to go after A-cupped cuties?
But the best part is when he speaks about the "strange cult of flagellation" and the "sexual problems of the masochist". In particular, Mr Putnam seems quite offended about the "worship of the whip". To this, I ask, if the masochist worshipped Jesus instead and called it Christian domestic discipline would he feel a little better about the whole thing?
