Audience Abuse Proves Only Highlight of Soulless Erotika Parádé

We didn’t expect the weekend’s Erotika Parádé to be particularly pretty, but we had hoped it would be mildly diverting, and at least a little bit sick. Instead, it proved once and for all that porn, and all the shit (and piss) that increasingly seems to pass for it, has gone entirely mainstream. It wasn’t that the show was packed to the rafters with couples and families – it wasn’t even packed to the rafters with men – it was the whole been there, done that, got the Szopnék (“I suck”) T-Shirt vibe of the thing. It seems that no one gets excited by pussy these days.

This is perhaps more a sad reflection on the Internet age than anything else. These days everyone not only watches porn, they are also third-rate porn stars, photographers and film-makers themselves. While we have no such illusions – and didn’t get close enough to risk getting the camera lens sprayed with baby oil or worse – we did get some shots of the girls and the hoards of happy snappers jostling for position.

The net result of the digital mania surrounding almost any concert or event these days is that no one sits back and enjoys the show until they get back home, when they review the footage and post it to the net. Nothing rams this point home better than a porn event, where the cameras completely stifle the little atmosphere there may have otherwise been. In any case, most of the cameramen could have saved themselves Ft 4,000 and stayed at home, because there are hundreds of professional grade photos of the event already online here, here and here.

Apart more than a handful of pairs of impressively oversized breasts, one of the few highlights of the event was Cser Franciska (above and below), who emerged dressed as Michael Jackson‘s Smooth Criminal and proved to be no less depraved. After losing most of her outfit to reveal a latticework of fishnets and chains, she proceeded to empty the contents of a tube of moisturizer into her mouth before discharging it on herself and selected members of her po-faced audience. Despite the odd slap from Franciska and some cajoling from Győzike, the hard-working host of the event, the performance was greeted with stony silence. Franciska, who had flown in from New York to attend the event, even threatened to leave her panties on, which did, eventually, get a reaction from the crowd.

Aside from the odd case of audience abuse, it was pretty much business as usual, with a string of conspicuously bored girls performing half-hearted routines (although, in their defense, this was the last evening of the show).

The male volunteers were also a little limp.

In short, the Parádé was a forgettable experience summed up by the “gift pack” of a low-quality Édes Csokoládé (“Sweet Chocolate”) DVD and several 2004 issues of amateurish magazines from the Tom Media stable. The show would really have been a rip-off if it hadn’t been for some of the extravagant hot-rods and custom choppers that took up most of the space in the sparsely populated hall. We’ll have to see how the original porn expo compares in two week’s time.