Long ago, in the age of rickety vaudeville acts, tawdry peep shows, and dimestore nickelodeons, people scoffed at the notion of film as an art form. A hundred years later, movies are screened in "art houses," and in university we scored a B+ in a class called "Film as Art." So it’s no biggie that filmmaker Andrew Blake thinks himself an artist. Except that some of his artwork involves naked, writhing women impaled on a double-sided dildo. So what, you're not a prude, are you? We spoke to Blake about his work, his art, and his perpetually naked assistant.