Lotus Wing

A sex documentary examining the varieties of sexual activity in San Francisco. It includes explicit footage from live sex shows and behind the scenes of a pornographic movie. A highlight is the film's period footage of San Francisco in the late '60s and early '70s.

"The sea, tranquil and violent, is the ultimate symbol for Jerry Abrams' EYETOON and the ultimate equivalent to making love -- his concern in this short and visually dazzling film. Abrams contrasts the rushing faces of New York and a highway juggernaut with the peaceful joining of bodies in a Gjon Mili-like stroboscopic sequence -- always with a burbling, flashing maelstrom of emotions underlying and double-exposing with the bodies. It is visually lovely, technically first-rate and impossible to ignore. The graphic sex is economically handled." -- John L. Wasserman, San Francisco Chronicle

Porn stars Sharon Mitchell and Tigr navigate the ups and downs of being in love while working in the sex industry.

Captures the spirit and essence of the great San Francisco Human Be-In of January 14, 1967. Ten thousand people imbued with peace, love and euphoria. Set to hard rock such as only San Francisco blues can produce. BE-IN contains Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Timothy Leary, Michael McClure, Lenore Kandel and Buddha. Music by Blue Cheer.

Jennifer (Anna Travers) enjoys the simple things in life, like long contemplative walks in the park and filling a bathtub full of milk and climbing in for a good Vitamin A enriched soak. OK, scratch that. She's a freak. In fact, she loves thinking back to the good old days when a pervert tried to touch her chest as a little girl and a later encounter where a man tried to bite her during sex. So it should come as no surprise that after she's raped in the park, her trauma registers as nonexistent and she's getting down and dirty with a lesbian pick-up about two minutes later. Ah, the 70s.

The infinite span of a thought is transformed into spatial-temporal intersects -- to become and become and become and never more or less -- MAINSTREAM is a fresh dip into oblivion -- a confused taste of love -- an expanded glimpse into a micro-moment -- a sliver of mind's motion becoming.