Boogie Nights, movie review, film review, entertainment
The "Boogie Nights" sleaze of pornotopia surfaces as a roaring seventies and as a porno paen. "I am going to dance the night away. I feel like dancing. I am going to dance the night away …. Move over world and give me some sun, you're going to hear from me. ... Gangway world. Get off my runway, starting now I bet a thousand. This time world I'm taking the bows … and hits." None of these remnants of songs are heard in "Boogie Nights", but they do resonate in its themes. Paul Thomas Anderson has some stories to tell, and as writer director of "Boogie Nights", he interweaves all his vignettes. To his credit and ingenuity he stays focused on the central core of the story. He takes us backstage of the porno industry and reveals it as a business that keeps things humming. And I mean business.
The seventies, whether you were rich or poor, had people doing drugs, acid, LSD, pot and snorting coke. Coming in easy, or should we say hard, and dribbling then disappearing just as quickly. It is not difficult to compare this flick to Robert Altman's "Shortcuts" or "Nashville" and that is about the highest compliment I can give Paul Thomas Anderson.
Burt Reynolds revitalizes and reinvents his career with a performance that only by learning his craft through the years could give it the layers of subtleties by commanding its center and yet so detached of his sex machine. Julianne Moore again proves what a big time stratospheric actress she has become. Her surrogate maternal instincts to Mark Wahlberg as the naïve Eddie Adams while they performed wild sex for the porno kings is touching. Burt Reynolds takes as Jack Horner and soon makes Eddie a household word as he is transformed into Dirk Diggler, the dazzling darling of porno movies. Mark Wahlberg is a delight to watch in his transformation from King of Porn to plain coke junkie. The transitions are beautiful and devastating. A cast that forms a porno family with Burt Reynolds as the father figure is faultless. It includes Don Cheadle, John C. Reilly, William H. Macy and Heather Graham who doesn't take her skates off even while having sex. Her skating throughout is outrageous. It is not a question sex … Sex … SEX. ... It's that this is what they do for a living, the meaty-gritty bit. If you didn't experience the seventies, maybe you were lucky, or maybe you just lived in Never-Neverland.
When Markey Mark, alias Mark Wahlberg, revealed his butt to the world in the Calvin Klein ads by pulling down his pants and Calvin Klein shorts, it was just the beginning. In this flick he goes one better. He does a turn-about revealing all, unfortunately its not even his, it 's a prosthesis. Sorry about that girls, wouldn't want to get your hopes up. He is not the bugle boy from company B, he is the Boogie Nights Boy.
New Line Cinema
Co-Producer: Daniel Lupi
Co-executive Producers: Michael De Luca, Lynn Harris
Executvie Producer: Lawrence Gordon
Produced by: Lloyd Levin, John Lyons, Paul Thomas Anderson, Joanne Sellar
Written and directed by: Paul Thomas Anderson
With: Mark Wahlberg, Julianne Moore, Burt Reynolds, Don Cheadle, John C. Reilly, William H. Macy, Heather Graham, Nicole Parker Philip, Seymour Hoffman
Director of photography: Robert Elswit
Costume designer: Mark Bridges
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Original Date Sunday 19 October 1997
Updated Sunday 19 October 1997