All That Jizz

Imagine you're in some hip jazz club in downtown Manhattan and one of the musicians on stage takes a break from blowing into his saxophone to whisper into the microphone, "All that jizz." His cool, sly demeanor suggests that he knows exactly what he is talking about. He, of course, is referring to the best porno he's seen in ages. He starts to blabber on about how visceral, surreal and exhilarating the film is. You believe him because he's a cool cat with cool hat. So you go home and turn out the lights, pop in the DVD, and for the next hour and a half you realize just how right that cool cat was.