A man is not defined by the size of his rooster. Unless, of course, the man is lacking in so many ways that the only thing he can crow about is his . . . You figure it out. But there is much to glorify about Boogie Nights , a deceptively unslick looking reproduction of the years 1977 - 1984 that Cranky will fondly remember when Alzheimer's finally kicks in. It is an extremely sneaky start to an extremely well made flick.
Money begets indulgence.
Horner's wife, flourishes as star of his films and mother hen to all the newly hatched porn kidlets until her age and drug use put her out to pasture. You get the picture. In Boogie Nights we have a whole bunch of folks who think they are grabbing the brass ring, only to have it come apart in their hands as their dreams are destroyed by drugs and video. What I disliked about Hard 8 works in Boogie Nights . As this film sobers up, so does the camera and storytelling style.