As the characters come to terms with Howard’s gayness, the pace picks up and funny turns hilarious. Rewind the “moment of truth” and laugh yourself stupid.
Boogie Nights is, on the whole, an assiduously ardent portrayal of the rise to prominence and penetration into the mainstream of pornographic film in the 1970s.
London was goofy and quirky and seemed unselfconscious, Paris is intentionally funny, and while it elicits chuckles and snorts, they’re resented in retrospect.
Enthralling (and occasionally repellent) glimpses of the personalities that drift into exploitation’s orbit, presented with a refreshing lack of judgmentalism.
A subgenre of films has popped up recently, trading on our knowledge of movie conventions and genre clichés, but even that subgenre’s starting to grow stale.
A powerful film and historical drama. For those who watch Dave Letterman and The Daily Show for our news, we need films like this, Casino, and Rage in Harlem.