Innocence Defiled by Lizbeth Dusseau
It’s the 1920s and the naïve and starry-eyed Violet Atherton is waiting tables in a Hollywood diner, looking for her big break in the movies. When the famed movie director Lionel Rains comes in for coffee and invites the eager Violet to a screen test in his Beverly Hills home, she jumps at the chance. The scene begins on a movie set in Rains’ living room, during a cocktail party of his well-heeled friends. Stepping before the camera, the timid Violet waits for her lover to appear. However, when her costar finally shows, he ravages the young innocent in a scene of unbridled passion, taking her virginity with one fierce thrust. A bewildered Violet returns home in a daze.
The following day, Violet confronts the director in his studio office, demanding the truth about the previous night. She learns that Rains produces raunchy stag films financed by private collectors. Though she’s repulsed by such depravity, she experiences a strange fascination for the taboo sex. Rains reels her in by promising Violet a staring role in a series of stag films. So captivated by her own emerging sexuality, she cannot turn him down. From the jungles of Mexico to the backseat of a Rolls to a yacht headed toward Santa Catalina, she finds brutal bondage and semi-public copulation await her in every new film. Regardless of the humiliation and abuse she suffers, the willing young actress thrives in her newfound career.
However, when a shocking murder rocks the underground film world, it is Violet at whom the accusing fingers point. Ditched by her friends, she waits alone in an LA lockup wondering if there’s anyone in Hollywood that believes in her innocence. While men with influence bargain to ‘rescue’ the kinky actress for their own depraved purposes, Violet prays for a real man who will save her from the terrible trial she faces.
Posted by Unknown on 23rd Apr 2010
Innocence Defiled by Lizbeth Dusseau
Reviewed by Tobias Tanner
Have you ever taken a peek at one of those vintage blue movie sites on the Internet? If not, you should. What will be immediately apparent is that the digital revolution isn’t showing us anything new, but rather showing us old things in a new way. And I defy you to look at those grainy 16 mm film conversions from the beginnings of movie making and not wonder who those people are. They might be your grandparents, ever think about that? Even if they aren’t, those folks were wild, and I mean wild. They would do anything for those cameras. And if that isn’t sexy, then I don’t know what is.
Innocence Defiled is a story about how some of those films might have come into being. It follows a callow young girl named Violet who wants to be an actress. She is drawn into that world of crude blue movies that we look back on today with such fondness. Violet Atherton makes concessions to follow her dream—too many concessions, as it happens. Or does she?
They give her a hundred dollars after filming her defloration, and then they take her to Mexico to film a rape movie. Violet gets herself a little drunk for that one, but the alcohol does more than soothe her jangled nerves. It releases her libido, and the secret submissiveness that she carries inside. Will Violet Atherton reach stardom? Will she attain wealth and fame? Will she find true love? Well, what do you think? And while you’re thinking, read along as our budding actress is spanked and raped and violated in any way imaginable (at least any that she can imagine, and quite a few that she can’t).
I liked Violet. As the title implies, she is an innocent, but that is only to begin with. There is an intrinsic bravery to her that compels me. Violet has backbone. She is willing to try, and to try again. And she is willing to face the changes that others make in her. Young women today would look to the talk shows for guidance. They would whine and complain. And they would fail where Violet succeeds. She takes her licks and learns from them.
She’s the kind of woman who makes me want to be smarter and stronger and wiser—the kind I’d want to keep, a good, old-fashioned girl, maybe one like my grandfather had—or maybe your grandfather. Next time you see a couple of gray haired folks holding hands at the grocery and smiling at each other, ask yourself this question: Is that Violet Atherton? You never know. She could be.