Deep Throat 1972: America’s Censoring History
Deep Throat was shot in Miami on a shoestring budget and directed by Gerard Damiano, it was initially intended as underground fare. Instead, it became a cultural earthquake, forcing courts, critics, and audiences to confront the boundaries between obscenity, free expression, and commerce.
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At its surface, Deep Throat is a lighthearted erotic comedy. Following a young woman’s search for satisfaction, this film is framed through farce and medical metaphor. Its narrative device, a literal anatomical quirk, was absurd even by exploitation standards. But what made the film remarkable was not its plot, but its tone of cheerful defiance. Rather than depicting sexuality as forbidden or tragic, Damiano framed it as comic and celebratory. The film’s humor, delivered with an almost vaudevillian rhythm, made its taboo subject feel accessible to mainstream viewers for the first time.
Cinematically, Deep Throat is crude. The lighting is uneven, the framing often careless, and the editing lacks rhythm. Yet there is a strange energy to its awkwardness. It feels like a film shot by amateurs who believed they were part of a revolution, which is rather true. The soundtrack, heavy with instrumentation, gives the movie a kitschy charm. While its exaggerated performances lend it the quality of a burlesque stage act. Its lead, Linda Lovelace, delivers her lines with a mixture of sincerity and bewilderment. This would later become emblematic of the era’s exploitation of women under the guise of liberation.
Shifting Attitudes for want of a BJ
The film achieved an almost mythic status because it represented the arrival of porno-chic. For the first time, sexually explicit cinema was discussed openly in newspapers, reviewed by mainstream critics, and attended by celebrities. Figures like Jackie Kennedy’s former husband Aristotle Onassis and comedian Johnny Carson reportedly saw it. This lent an air of legitimacy that baffled moral watchdogs. For a brief cultural window, adult cinema crossed into the mainstream conversation, and Deep Throat became its reluctant ambassador.
The backlash was immediate and furious. Prosecutors in dozens of states filed obscenity charges against theater owners. Local officials raided cinemas. Newspapers debated whether it was art or filth. Even the FBI got involved, and the film’s financial backers were later linked to organized crime. The legal battles surrounding Deep Throat helped shape the modern framework of obscenity law, ultimately reaching the U.S. Supreme Court in the wake of *Miller v. California* (1973), the ruling that established the “Miller test” for defining obscene material. In that sense, Deep Throat became less a movie than a legal precedent, a piece of evidence in the struggle between moral conservatism and freedom of expression.
Least we forget what Deep Throat taught us
Half a century later, its shadow still looms. The questions it raised about censorship, autonomy, and exploitation remain unresolved. In the 1970s, the controversy revolved around whether adults should have the right to view sexually explicit content without government interference. Today, the debate has shifted toward who controls visibility itself.
Whether it’s tech corporations deciding what content can appear on digital platforms, or payment processors and advertisers dictating what creators can monetize. The instruments of censorship have changed, but the tension between freedom and control persists.
In that sense, Deep Throat feels strangely prophetic. It foreshadowed a culture in which moral panic could be manufactured through new media technologies. In the 1970s, it was church groups and prosecutors; in the 2020s, it is algorithms and corporate policy boards. Both claim to protect the public from harm; both end up enforcing ideological conformity. What Deep Throat exposed was not just flesh, but the fragility of American comfort with sexual discourse.
Deep Throat endures not because of its cinematic quality, but because it forced America to stare directly at the machinery of its own repression. It remains a mirror reflecting two eras: one that banned it from screens, and another that buries similar transgressions behind corporate moderation policies. Fifty years on, it’s still asking the same question, who decides what adults are allowed to see?
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