Tristan Taormino's delightful new film, Chemistry, is also the best reality TV show I've seen. And I hate reality TV shows. Do you know how much Lou Grant hates Mary's punk? Or how the Red Sox hates the Yankees? Or how Karl Rove hates Democrats? All of these examples combined doesn't come close to describing how I feel about the entire reality TV genre. They're televised freak shows, and I hate 'em. I was very skeptical of Chemistry. "Oh shit", I mumbled bitterly. Seven adult film stars spend three days in a big, luxurious house fucking while the omnipresent cameras wait for the inevitable fireworks. Ho-hum. It's gonna be a X-rated version of MTV's The Real World.Thankfully, Tristan Taormino proved me wrong. No, this isn't gonna be like those other reality shows,She promises in the beginning of the film. Uh-uh, it's gonna be better! And she's right. An award-winning writer, columnist, radio host, lecturer, and sex educator, Tristan likes pornography, and it shows. Because it's not hamstrung by bad dialogue or a ridiculous plot, Chemistry feels like the best erotic dream you ever had. In mainstream Hollywood movies (Boogie Nights, 8mm, Hardcore), adult film stars are usually depicted as freaks, predators, druggies or losers. But in Tristan's sensual and compassionate movie, the cast are just ordinary people who are fortunate enough to be living an extraordinary lifestyle and they know it. Behind the cumshots, sex toys and orgies, who we see are regular folks dealing with the same messy emotional issues everybody else does. They just happen to fuck for a living. And because we like these guys, when they do fuck, it's as though we're looking through a window, hiding in the closet, or lying underneath the bed masturbating lustfully as we listen to our best friends make love. Damn, it's hot. Chemistry: an experiment is well worth the investment. I can't wait for Volume II.