The only difference now is that the camera is no longer hidden. It is pointed directly at you, waiting for you to lose control.
Consider the flagship TV shows of the last decade. Euphoria (HBO) didn’t just depict teen drug use; it choreographed it. The strobe lights, the fish-eye lenses, the chaotic cross-cutting of bodies in a sweaty basement—these are cinematic techniques borrowed directly from hardcore party documentation. When Rue dances in a haze of neon and spilled liquor, the visual language screams "intoxicated chaos," but the production value screams "Emmy nominee." party hardcore gone crazy vol 17 xxx 640x360 link
Similarly, The Idol (HBO) attempted to blur the line between pop stardom and the underground fetish club scene. While critically panned, it succeeded in one respect: it proved that the imagery of the "hardcore party"—the BDSM aesthetics, the voyeurism, the blurred lines of consent pushed to the edge of legality—is now considered standard mise-en-scène for high-budget dramas. The only difference now is that the camera