Let me state that while I love sex, I dislike pornography. That said, I do appreciate certain aspects of pornography.
There is an immediate, primal charge in the explicit penetration. It’s the knowledge that the people on-screen are actually fucking and not simulating.
However, this usually evolves into twenty minutes of repetitive close-ups of genital corkscrewing and pumping. Pleasurable I hope for the participants, but boring to watch.
As a cinematic genre, porno is to real sex what the romance genre is to real-life relationships. Meaning, each takes an amazingly complex subject and reduces it to a predictable series of simple-minded clichés.