One the one hand, this is an easy-to-read, sometimes amusing story of how a former musician launched his own porn movie empire (unidentified here, but in fact Film Erotica) without knowing what he was doing. As such, it’s fair enough – lightweight, but mildly entertaining.

But ‘Anonymous’ is not a sympathetic protagonist. He claims to be a huge porn fan yet doesn’t even know what bukkake is; moans about losing money during his early months of production, yet has plenty of chums on hand to find £50,000 investment for him and seems to have an endless supply of mates who work in the City with country houses or luxury apartments to use as locations – all the while fretting about what people think and seemingly looking down on everyone else in the industry.

And although he claims his films are a cut above the norm, his own descriptions make them sound like the worst examples of 1980’s British softcore – with added fucking, sucking and pissing. Hardly the films you’d expect wrapped in such minimalist (some might say ridiculously dull) sleeves.

DAVID FLINT

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