a real film
by Douglas Messerli
Paul Thomas Anderson (screenwriter
and director) Boogie Nights / 1997
You might say that Paul Thomas Anderson’s Boogie Nights was for the nineties decade what Scorsese’s The Wolf of Wall Street is for our current times; both represent similar time periods: although Boogie Nights begins in 1977, it moves into the excesses of the mid 1980s, the period just a few years before that covered by Wolf. Both films contain numerous scenes of nudity, sex, drugs, and violence. And the goal of the characters in both films is ultimately to get rich. Despite this, however, the porn industry at the center of Anderson’s film seems a far more pleasant place to be than the outskirts of Wall Street portrayed in Scorsese’s extravaganza. And I’d far more like to meet up with the rather naïve but charming Eddie Adams (a likeable Mark Wahlberg) than the over-the-top con-man Jordan Belfort of the Scorsese film. While Belfort seems to be acting out his massive orgies with a sense of deficiency, at least Eddie has the real tools: a very large cock.
Yet, while Scorsese’s characters seem, time and again, awarded for their greed, Anderson’s more loveable figures are almost all severely punished just for having participated in the filmmaking of love. It somehow seems unfair that Maggie cannot win custody of her child because she is seen as an unfit mother, that Buck cannot get a loan, for the same reason, to open his stereo shop, that Scotty J. is rejected for attempting to declare his love, and “Little” Bill is in love a nymphomaniac who fucks everyone in sight. Even Jack Horner is defeated by the shift in the porn world from film to video and, in the end, must shift from his James Bond-like imitations to what has now become a porn standard, movies about a roaming automobile that picks up unsuspecting boys off the street to have sex with its occupant—in the gay version the blind-folded boy being led to believe he’s being sucked off by a woman when it is actually a male—Rollergirl (Heather Graham) who oddly enough, never removes her roller skates. The sad sequence in which we see them in action results in the accidental pick-up of a boy she knew from high school, who brutally mocks his former classmate until they are forced to beat him and toss him out.
In
the end, however, Anderson’s film is far more forgiving of its “sinners” than
is Scorsese’s more orgiastic porn flick. For Boggie Night is a
true satire, almost a snap-shot of a long ago age of excess with a bit of
nostalgia thrown in. And, at film’s close, if some of its characters have been
destroyed by their dreams, others go on in ludicrous belief, or, at least, in a
suspension of disbelief—including Eddie, who addicted to cocaine and
methamphetamine is briefly forced into prostitution before making up with Jack.
By film’s end, in 1985, Eddie is back on the job, hoping he might be able to
get an erection and successfully perform in the new work before him. At last we
get a quick view of the man behind the curtain—the long limp cock which
everybody else has already ogled.
Los Angeles, February 3,
2014; revised January 23,
2020
Reprinted from World
Cinema Review (February 2014).
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