When I die please bury me in a Bota Box.
Boogie Nights masters the balance between high & low art. The movie is steeped in camp: over-the-top acting, ridiculous dialogue, bright, gaudy colors & costumes, a painfully awkward duet sung by John C. Reilly & Mark Wahlberg that feels like a precursor to Tim & Eric. It’s also beautifully framed, carries just as many strong performances as over-the-top ones, and has a tendency to indulge in long, winding track shots Paul Thomas Anderson ostensibly treasured in classics like Goodfellas & Carrie. Some shots stretch on for minutes and glide exquisitely through homes and underwater. The movie is both deliriously fun & technically stunning. This dichotomy mirrors the tension between the movie’s depiction of the happy-go-lucky excess of the 1970’s & the coke-fueled-decline of the 1980’s. It may not be Anderson’s most ambitious work, but it is his most balanced and perhaps his most successful.
Holy shit. Gregg Turkington (a.k.a. Neil Hamburger) will be appearing in a legitimate Marvel superhero movie alongside Paul Rudd & T.I. What a world.