é·rot·ique (i-'rä-tik)

Date: 1651
Etymology: Greek erotikos, from erot-, eros-, sexual love.
..1: of, devoted to, or tending to arouse sexual love or desire
......<erotic art>
..2: strongly marked or affected by sexual desire
........e·rot·ic \i-'rä-tik\ noun
........erot·i·cal·ly \-ti-k(?-)le\ adverb
........erot·i·cal \-ti-k?l\ adjective


vér·it·é (va re ta')

..1: truth: truthfulness
..2: cinéma-vérité


ci·ne·ma ve·ri·té (\'si-ne-me-,ver-i-'ta)

Date: 1963
Etymology: French cinéma-vérité, literally, cinema-truth,
translation of Russian kinopravda
..1: the art or technique of filming a motion picture so as
......to convey candid realism


Érotique Vérité
is erotic truth, pure and simple.
It is a rally against the homogenized, bleach blonde, cookie cutter
“porn” that has permeated 98% of the adult film industry and serves as a manifesto which clearly states that the cinema of human sexuality does not have to remain in the gutter; that the chronicling of real people, embracing real sexuality, should not be reduced to what it tantamount to prostitution with a camera, but, with the right components, be elevated to
the status of true art.

E.V. is on the vanguard of a new era in adult cinema; one that combines artistry with eroticism and intellect with a primal edge. Adopting the aesthetic principals of Cinema Vérité and merging them with the sumptuous (yet grainy) excess that defined classic, 70’s, big screen
erotic epics, E.V. intends to carve a new path through the adult video industry with authentically erotic cinema that is raw, real, sexy, dirty, pretty, gritty, lyrical, visceral, guerrilla and punk as fuck.

Porn is continually devolving into a random series of clips which celebrate the lowest common denominators of human sexuality. Ludicrously quick and innocuous snippets of video that are completely devoid of any of the substance, story or grandeur that was once a hallmark of classic, theatrically released sexy cinema… This is a shame.

Long gone are the halcyon days of erotic cinema when brilliant auteurs like Joe Sarno, Russ Meyers, Radley Metzger and Just Jaekin could paste their deliciously amoral fantasies across a strip of celluloid just as fluently as Picasso could slap paint on a canvas.

A wonderful era ushered in by the academic critique on sexuality that was Vilgot Sjöman’s “I am Curious Yellow” and that continued with the subtle sophistication and joie de vivre seen in the films of Roger Vadim and Luis Bunuel; days when the dark edge of Nicolas Roeg and José Ramón Larraz could be celebrated alongside the salaciously juvenile leering of Jesus Franco and Nick Phillips.


All extraordinary directors, who managed to make cinematic history with almost no money, scads of beautiful women and the courage to go out and make the kinds of movies that they wanted to see.

From the “nudie-cuties” of the 1950s, to the Super-8 “roughies” of the 1960s, to the golden age of big screen smut that reached its zenith in the 1970s, to the big hair and shitty video that has defined the 1980s and beyond, the adult film industry has become just that – an industry.

Now don’t get us wrong. We’re not succumbing to some sort of bullshit post-punk ethos, which decrees that anyone who makes a dime on their creations is a sellout. Hell, there’s not a damn thing wrong with turning your passion into a source of income.

The motion picture industry has always thrived on the healthy tug-of-war between artists and money men; those who saw cinema as an art and those who saw nothing but the bottom line, but in the 21st century world of adult cinema this balance is all but gone.

Ever since the modern hardcore era was ushered in by Alex de Renzy’s landmark ”Dansk Sexualitet,” the world of porn has been populated by old school filmmakers who were trying to push the boundaries of cinema (and, yes, make a quick buck).

Nowadays, however, this once thriving cinematic club has been degraded by the presence of any random hack packing more than six inches, who can pick up a video camera, pop a Viagra and rustle up enough dead presidents to convince an up and coming young starlet to kill an
afternoon assuming the “3 basic positions” on a ratty couch in
their in house “studio.”

Sure there are the occasional exceptions to this example. Filmmakers like Richard Kern, who continually pushes the envelopes of “good taste” and Andrew Blake who’s exquisite taste in women and fluid use of the camera have put him in a class all his own.


But as deeply steeped as our influences may be 70s grind-house, drive-in fodder or Euro trash sleaze, we here at E.V. are equally enamored by the French cinéma-vérité and Italian Neo-realist movements that took the motion picture world by storm in the 50s and 60s.

We’re talking about maestros like Jean-Luc Godard, Vittorio De Sica, John Cassavetes and Michelangelo Antonioni. Men who made pictures that showed the starkly poetic lives of the downtrodden, hard luck losers and lost souls with a gorgeous, yet unflinching eye for realism.

If it seems with all our “art film” and “Euro-sleaze” references we have yet to define the parameters under which the Érotique Vérité banner will exist, then that’s just fine…

We aren’t looking to classify, dissect, build walls or put ourselves into a pretty, little punk rock package that will make us easier for the masses to digest. We want to go beyond the boundaries of what’s expected and stake our claim in an ever evolving world of our own design.

Let’s not make any bones about it; E.V. wants to turn you on. The goals that we have set for ourselves may sound lofty, but the bottom line is clear:

We want to make sexy movies that are fun to watch and maybe… just maybe… leave you something to think about after the Kleenex has been crumpled and tossed into the garbage.

We want to hearken back to the seedy, raincoat ridden theaters that once littered 42nd Street and help recapture the thrill of sneaking downstairs
in the dead of night to watch a muffled, grainy VHS bootleg of “Behind
the Green Door,” that you found wedged in the back of your dad’s underwear drawer behind a stack of Playboys and a bottle of
Aqua-Velva. In short, we want to make porn a dirty again.

So join Érotique Vérité on our journey back into the past… and more importantly, the future of adult cinema.