When it was released in 1997, Boogie Nights mostly got attention for reviving the career of Burt Reynolds and signaling the leading-man arrival of Mark Wahlberg, who ends the film with the damnedest helicopter scene this side of Apocalypse Now. Today, P.T. Anderson’s ambitious portrait of the degradations of the porn industry in the ’70s and ’80s is more interesting for its wealth of great supporting performances. John C. Reilly and Philip Seymour Hoffman mastered the schlumpy, insecure Everyloser persona that would later miraculously transform into Oscar bait; Julianne Moore, always strongest in roles in which she seems the most breakable, never looked more porcelain; and in his role as a cuckolded hanger-on, William H. Macy adds a grim counterweight to the freewheeling, coke-fueled good times. And the soundtrack is aces: Wahlberg resurrects Stan Bush’s “The Touch” while he butchers it, and “Sister Christian” gets recast as the biggest bring-down ever.
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