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Reviewed by Stephanie4040 1 / 10 / 10

Disturbing and horrific

This has got to be one of the most disturbing documentaries I've ever watched. There was no insight into Rocco and his personal life or thoughts, there was no life history or interviews with him, it was just him treating his co-stars like trash. Although his young co-stars had consented to working with him and being slapped and choked, he was openly and clearly taking advantage of their vulnerability. Basically this documentary consists of various behind the scenes porn shoots of him abusing women repeatedly to the point they are crying and screaming for him to stop. He chokes them, hits them, makes them cry, and continues to do so despite the fact they are clearly not having a good time. At one point one of his co-stars is in tears watching him destroy a fellow co-star, presumably petrified at what she's about to go through herself. And if that's not bad enough, he seems to think it's all a big joke and is proud they let him do whatever he wants to them. It's pretty obvious to the viewer they don't feel like they're in a position to say no by the time they realise how hard he's going to hit them or that they're going to be choked to the point they're vomiting. It's everything that is horrible about the porn industry and I sincerely hope this style of porn is on it's way out. The worst thing of all is that he seems to think that after the scene is finished, giving them a hug and a kiss makes his despicable treatment of them okay. Absolutely horrific to watch.

Reviewed by adogcalledstray 6 / 10 / 10

Brilliant! Love it!

Beautifully shot and sensitively treated, this documentary follows Rocco Tano, a.k.a. Rocco Siffredi as he counts down to the swan song of his on-screen pornographic career - a final scene with long time collaborators... nay! Co-conspirators, Kelly Stafford, director Jon Stagliano, and Rocco's cousin, director of photography and often co-director, Gabriele Galetta. Although the documentary filmmakers access pornographic sets where sex scenes are taking place, the images always register to me as artistic, intimate, and honest. The closeups, long lenses and shallow focus aren't simply there to avoid a more explicit framing - in fact, you still see penis, vulva, bruised and scratched skin after intense butt slapping, and there's even semen on performers' faces that made it on the final edit. What it is is an up close and personal interaction with the people who perform these acts in order to make a living. You're bright up there with them through physical strain, exertion, and of course, presumably, pleasure. This is not a documentary that leers at the sexual act. There is no trace of lechery from the filmmakers. However, neither is it one that takes the contrarian position that "it's just work and porn performers feel nothing. It's all business". Of course it's a business, but it isn't just that. Rocco Siffredi has a lot of feelz man. For him, a self confessed sex addict, it is a complex struggle between his natural physical gifts and prowess, this being the only thing he knows how to do, the guilt he suffers with having been a pornographic performer and filmmaker whilst being married and having two sons. On top of all that, add in being Catholic and being intensely loving of his dearly departed mother. It's also quite clear that he likes intimacy with his co-stars. There is a post-scene interaction between Rocco, Abella Danger, and Veruca James where it's hard to see anything else but post-coital honesty. Their banter is far removed from performers rushing off to clean up and shower after the scene is wrapped. Instead, there they are, sitting around soaking in their sweat, other bodily fluids, and ruined makeup, just talking. With Hollywood undergoing some much needed reckoning, there is a certain irony with how Rocco, a performer who specializes in the rough sex genre, in fact has surprising bedside manners*. Here is a man who plays at being abusive on-screen but is in fact quite kind. Whilst on the other hand, you have Hollywood and other mainstream entertainment types who put up a kind and caring public persona, but are in fact monsters. There is a scene captured on camera where the actress taps out and Rocco tells his guys (he wasn't the one preforming, but rather producing/directing) to "leave her alone for a while, she needs a break". Cut to Rocco and the actress alone, cuddling (he is a pornographer, after all), him telling her everything will be ok, just be sure to avoid burning out. In another scene, a pre-game talk is captured where he makes sure to outline boundaries on what's ok, what's not. What can he direct his stars to do to each other, what he can do to them. Since his reputation precedes him, people almost always expect him to be rough. In California, Abella Danger takes Rocco's hand and shoves it in her own mouth. Rocco seems to push the boundaries, but then they make out as though that's what Abella wanted all along. It's this kind of nuance that makes this documentary really engaging. No way to get around it: He's not just a big dick and pretty face. This is a very complex man. Then there's Kelly Stafford. She is so amazing. The things peshe says, the life philosophy she lives by, and the appetites she possesses and the sheer power and control she exudes. I now want to see a documentary about her! That would be interesting. All in all, a must see. ___________________ * = There is a scene with James Deen and if you don't know anything about him, a lot of his co-stars and ex girlfriend(s) have accused him of rape. So there's that. Glad the filmmakers didn't give him a voice in this movie.

Reviewed by ascheland 6 / 10 / 10

Rocco Tries to Bare His Soul, But Just Shows His D--- Instead

The documentary "Rocco" opens with a close up of Rocco Siffredi's penis. It's an obvious place to start, but it also serves as a summation the entire documentary. No matter how many opportunities directors Thierry Demaizière and Alban Teurlai give the aging porn star to bare his soul, he usually ends up just showing his d--- instead, metaphorically if not literally. But Rocco's penis has served him well. His IMDb page lists over 500 "acting credits," dating back to 1986, including a few legit gigs, such as Catherine Breillat's "Anatomy of Hell" and the Italian comedy "Matrimonia a Parigi" ("Rocco" the documentary makes no mention of these forays into "real" movies). It's afforded him fame and fortune, far more than most performers in the adult industry can claim, and for far longer, too. Only Ron Jeremy's career is (ahem) longer, dating back to the late '70s. Yet Rocco, in much better shape in his 50s than Jeremy was in his 30s, thinks it's time to retire from performing. He cites concerns for his teen-age sons, who know what their father does for a living but are, as presented in the documentary, shielded from seeing their father in action. (Their mother, Rosa Caracciolo, was also once a porn star, another detail this documentary makes no mention of.) Mostly, though, he's just tired. To hear him tell it, having a generous endowment and hyperactive sex drive is as much a curse as a blessing. In fact, Rocco pretty much portrays himself as a sex addict, barely able to interact with women outside of sex. Even when grieving the death of his beloved mother Rocco is unable to keep his desires in check: he tells of an encounter with a friend of his mother after his mother's funeral, when he takes out his moneymaker and coerces the woman--a senior citizen, mind you--to fellate him. The story is simultaneously outrageous (it sounds like a scene out of an '70s-era French sex comedy) and unsettling. He's telling the story to illustrate how he's a helpless slave to sex, blithely ignoring that, as he's told it, he forced an old woman to give him a BJ. There are more graphic examples of Rocco's uneasy relations with women in the industry. At his Budapest-based porn production company, he's charming and even fatherly when chatting with his female performers before putting them in an uncomfortably rough group-sex scene, the kind that leaves women with rug burns on their backsides. (The only sex shown in this movie is of the rough variety.) He's equally charming in Los Angeles when meeting scene partner Abella Danger, then takes her up on an offer to demonstrate her ability to swallow his entire hand. Danger may not be doing anything against her will, but that doesn't make it any easier to watch her, gagging and with tears streaming down her face, as Rocco pushes his entire hand into her mouth. The co-star Rocco chooses for his final scene is English porn star Kelly Stafford, much to the dismay of his hot-headed cousin and business partner, director Gabriel "Gabby" Galetta, who makes his dislike of the outspoken Stafford plain. One gets the idea that the fact that Stafford speaks at all is an issue in Galetta's eyes. Stafford is a handful, but I liked her for being a confident woman who won't do anything with which she'd be uncomfortable. In other words, she's not the type to let a man shove his hand down her throat just to prove she's compliant. Though "Rocco" has its moments of levity, like a shot of naked male performers standing outside for a smoke break between takes, or the perplexed faces of crew members at's studios, where Rocco's supposed final scene is being shot, as they listen to Galetta's confusing directions, they are overshadowed by the more depressing aspects of porn the documentary inadvertently exposes. Turns out enacting people's sexual fantasies is as dehumanizing and grueling as working on a factory assembly line. As for Rocco himself, he's personable if a little self-absorbed, not nearly as introspective or sensitive as he'd like us to believe, and his treatment of women is just a tad bit rape-y. Mostly, though, he's a guy who has a big penis.

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