So I’m standing in the back of this long, narrow jazz club straining to see though the thick haze. Shadows of a long black coat and black hat cut through the backlights creating a silhouette that looks like it might be an angel descending down from the heavens. But it aint no angel. In fact, two mostly naked, erotic goddesses walk down the narrow club in front of me towards the figure in the black coat, each one holding an arm of Malena Morgan. All three women wear masks, but it’s Malena who Zalman has us focus on.
You think I might be talking about a scene from Vanilla Sky, but it’s not. It’s MetArt Films production of Zalman King’s Kamikaze Love. I stood there trying to be quiet while watching the master of erotica, Zalman King, do his magic. To the left of me stood an extremely sexy young lady wearing a red and back skintight latex outfit, and to the right stood two tall, thin, naked women whose faces were concealed by skimpy black costume ball masks. In front of me stood Malena Morgan looking so hot I could almost see the steam rising from her soft, perfect body.
But it wasn’t steam. It was a fog machine. And hidden in that fog stood four movie cameras, dozens of lights and camera equipment, and a crew of nearly 30 people. It felt like I was standing in an erotic jazz club in New Orleans in a universe that only the privileged could peek into – and for two hours I was one of the chosen few. After about an hour of filming I looked over at the master, Zalman King, who never took his eyes off the monitor as the action unfolded before him like an erotic poem. He was creating that thing that only he can do, that magic that is his erotica. He was so transfixed by the action he actually broke a sweat.
Next stop, the editing room where the real magic happens!