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I feel as if I have officially grown up in the eyes of the Motion Picture Association of America. For many years now, I’ve been using my ID (when necessary) to bypass the ticket takers at my local cinema on my way to an R-Rated film, and the experience hasn’t necessarily been rewarding. Sure, I did feel like a pimp when I’d flash my driver’s license at the movie house “bouncer”, but that feeling would quickly diminish when I took my seat in the theater next to an 11-year-old who sipped an Icee while buzzing with nervous excitement over what would happen to Neo next.

Well, fuck that. (And apparently also piss on it, shit on it, defame its religion, kill it, and then fuck it again.)

Yesterday I made the venture out to Loews Cineplex with Slafta and Stacey with the intent on seeing “The 40 Year-Old Virgin,” but was sidetracked at the last second by “The Aristocrats.” Why? Perhaps because it was the forbidden fruit of the movie theatre chains — a movie classified as ‘Not Rated.’ This almost never happens - and happened in this one particular instance as a means to screen a film that otherwise would have been tagged ‘NC-17′.

I have to give it up to Loews — this is a great move on their part. Will they make any money from it? Probably not, there were probably only four other people in the theater for the whole flick except for us, but they’re making different types of movies available to those trapped in suburbia and can’t always make the excursion to the big cities. Kudos, Loews!

Now, about the movie. I’m not quite sure exactly what to write about it in here. The documentary itself, for those who haven’t heard, is about the “dirtiest joke ever told,” as customized by over 100 modern-day comedians. The joke dates back to the Vaudeville days, and has become a joke that comedians tell other comedians to make them laugh. Is it a good joke? No… in fact it’s a downright stupid joke. But that doesn’t really matter. As they emphasize over and over again in the movie, it’s the journey, not the punchline, that truly makes this joke.

I’m not sure if I can recommend this one. Not because it’s a bad movie, by any means — in fact, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I hesitate to recommend it because if I recommend it to someone, and they see it, they may finally realize the type of sick fuck that I truly am.

How raunchy is the movie? Let’s put it this way — the woman sitting behind us in the sun dress with the hat on left after the first 45 seconds of the screening.

Seriously, though… if you enjoy a little debauchery (er, rather, a lot of debauchery), you’ll laugh your ass off.