The Girl Next Door
There's really no polite way to say this: Oklahoma housewife-turned-porn-starlet Stacy Valentine isn't real bright. Which makes director Christine Fugate's slickly vacuous rendering of Valentine's white-trashy life even more condescending. "Objectivity" turns to context-free exploitation in this documentary, as we're shown the amiable Valentine douching, falling in love with an idiot co-star, and even engaging in an act of prostitution right before accepting an award at a Cannes porn festival (a typically heavy-handed, ultimately pointless display). Also featured are explicit sequences of Valentine getting her breasts sliced open for new implants, and of her buttocks and belly penetrated by liposuction vacuums. These gory scenes provide no insight regarding women's body-image issues, nor any particular point of view about Valentine's chosen career. The subject herself remains a perky, pneumatic cipher. That she is presented as entirely lacking in depth or personality is understandable--Fugate is so perversely interested in showing what a dumb bitch her star is there's no time for such trifles.