It's almost impossible to believe, but we've just now passed the fourth anniversary of the tragic passing (on April 30, 2005) of Britney Madison, one of the most extraordinary talents in the adult film industry, and one of the most extraordinarily beautiful women in the world. She'd just turned 21 when she was taken from us in that horrid, gruesome car crash near the Vegas airport, a fact I am reminded of, sadly, every time I travel into and out of Las Vegas. She was, virtually everyone agreed, one of those rare stars who, as producers and directors always pray for, needed no guidance to turn in a good scene: you just flip on the camera and put her in front of it and watch the heat. This was, I have always felt, because she was a natural. She was born with that appetite and she totally loved sex, and that attitude and desire came through wonderfully in her films, whether they were girl-girl scenes, interracial escapades, smoking adventures (those captured by Ty Endicott are particularly special), BJ delights, group bangs or just straight-on, raw, hard-core ****ing: our sweet Britney was seriously into it and she shared her appetites and her heat and herself with us, and we loved her for it. The death earlier of this year of Marilyn Chambers gave us all reason to mourn, in part because we'll miss Marilyn, and in part because there is no real heir to her throne as the reigning Princess of Porn. There are some who would claim the title as a business mantle (they care more about the profits than the products; more about the bottom line than the love), but none can legitimately say they are in a line of succession to Marilyn's position. Britney would be 25 now, and had she continued on her career path, and sustained her level of sexual fire, she could --- EASILY --- lay claim to the crown. And then give us 15-20 more years of unalloyed beauty and love. What a loss.
