Up until last night, I’d never heard of Rocco Siffredi. Maybe that’s because I don’t watch pornography, Italian porn in particular. Last night, after re-watching the final episode of the 3rd season of Peaky Blinders, then deciding not to begin season 4, I browsed netflix for something different. It took at least 15 minutes of indecisiveness before coming across Rocco. The “jacket” is him, standing nude, somewhat like the photo above, but full body, excluding genitalia. Reading the blurb, it says Rocco is, “showcased in this documentary that shadows the legendary performer during his final year in front of the camera.” I thought what the heck, this is New Year’s Eve, I’m having a few drinks instead of going out and risking car accidents and drunk driving charges, and there should be a fun element to the evening — how do these sound for rationalizations to give myself permission to watch it — so I clicked “play”.
The film globe-trots between porn sets in Italy and in parts of California. It is very matter-of-fact about the porn industry, where it appears to want to portray all of the females as happy, well-adjusted, and just jumping for the chance to be pounded in every orifice, slapped around, etc. Likewise the porn producers are all gentlemen, would never think of sampling the merchandise, and have noble ideals when it comes to plot lines, etc. That’s a conversation for another day. To watch Rocco, those thoughts must be suspended, like when you watch a Star Wars movie.
The star of the film, and not just because he’s hung like a horse, is Rocco. It must be stated here that there are literally only 2 or 3 shots of Rocco’s substantial package. Along with globe-trotting porn sets, it intersperses business with the human being behind the legend. Rocco the husband, the father, the son. His remembrances from childhood that certainly contributed to the career line he chose for himself and has continued until recently. What is impossible to ignore is the humanity behind the appendage. Rocco’s personality is what makes him the star that he is.
The latter part of the documentary focuses on Rocco’s decision to stop making porn movies and who he wants starring with him in his final film. Kelly Stafford, from England, is the chosen one. There’s a very interesting discussion that takes place on the road trip with Rocco, his cousin, Gabriele Galeta, who is Rocco’s cousin/best friend/director/cameraman, and Kelly on the way to the studio about dominance, submissiveness, etc.
There isn’t a lot of nudity in Rocco. There are tastefully edited scenes around the porn itself, and I don’t remember much, if any, swearing. You might say why watch a movie about a porn star if none of these things are in it? Why? Because Rocco is in almost every shot and Rocco is a God. Or, if not a God, at minimum he’s a fallen angel.