Boogie Nights (1997)
Actors:
Burt Reynolds (actor),
John C. Reilly (actor),
Alfred Molina (actor),
Thomas Jane (actor),
John Doe (actor),
William H. Macy (actor),
Ricky Jay (actor),
Don Cheadle (actor),
Philip Baker Hall (actor),
Robert Downey Sr. (actor),
Luis Guzmán (actor),
Allan Graf (actor),
Philip Seymour Hoffman (actor),
Jack Riley (actor),
Robert Ridgely (actor),
Plot: Eddie Adams would have been just another high-school drop-out had he not met the likes of adult film director Jack Horner. Horner transforms Eddie into Dirk Diggler, a rising-star actor with a special gift. Set in the late 1970s and early 1980s, the film is a tribute to the decor, style, culture, and social attitudes of the era.
Keywords: 1970s, 1980s, 360-degree-pan, 8-track, absent-mother, actor, actress, adult-entertainment-industry, adult-filmmaking, adultery
Genres:
Drama,
Taglines: Everyone has one special thing The life of a dreamer, the days of a business, and the nights in between.
Quotes:
Buck Swope: [to his pregnant wife] How's my little kung fu fighter?::Jessie St. Vincent: He's kicking ass inside my stomach.
[the Colonel's lady friend is lying on the floor, bleeding from the nose]::Young Stud: [wailing] I, I think she did too much coke.::Colonel James: Oh, you think so, doctor?
[in a scene from "Brock Landers: Angels Live In My Town"]::Dirk: [as Brock] You still hungry?::Jessie St. Vincent: Starving.::[unzipping his pants]::Dirk: [as Brock] Then feast on that.
Floyd Gondolli: This here's the future. Videotape tells the truth.::Jack Horner: Wait a minute. You come into my house, my party, to tell me about the future? That the future is tape, videotape, and not film? That it's amateurs and not professionals? I'm a filmmaker, which is why I will *never* make a movie on tape.
Maurice: I'm the ultimate Latin Lover. There ain't no Latin Lover like me.
Dirk: Look, man, all we need is the tapes, all right?::Record Producer: No, you don't get the tapes until you've paid.::Dirk: In our situation, that doesn't make any fucking sense.::Reed Rothchild: Look, we can not pay for the tapes, unless we take the tapes to the record company, and get paid.::Dirk: Hello? Exactly.::Record Producer: That's not an MP, that's a YP, your problem. Come up with the money, or forget it.::Reed Rothchild: Okay, now you're talking above my head. I don't know all of this industry jargon, YP, MP. All I know is that I can't get a record contract, we cannot get a record contract unless we take those tapes to the record company. And granted, the tapes themselves are a uh um oh, you own them, all right, but the magic that is on those tapes. That fucking heart and soul that we put onto those tapes, that is ours and you don't own that. Now I need to take that magic and get it over the record company. And they're waiting for us, we were supposed to be there a half hour ago. We look like assholes, man.::Dirk: Let me explain to him in simple arithmetic. One, two three! Because you don't fuckin' get it, Burt! You give us the tapes. We get the record contract. We come back and give you your fuckin' money. Have you heard the tapes? Have you even heard them? We're guaranteed a record deal. Our stuff is that good!::Record Producer: Now I get it. Now I understand. You want it to happen... but it's not going to happen. Because it's a Catch-22.::Dirk: What the fuck does that mean? What is a Catch-22, Burt?::Record Producer: Catch-22, gentleman. Think about it.::[pause]::Dirk: You know what I'm thinking about, man? I'm thinking about kicking some fuckin' ass!
Dirk: I know fucking karate.
Eddie Adams: [to his mother] You don't know what I can do! You don't know what I can do, what I'm gonna do, or what I'm gonna be! I'm good! I have good things and you don't know about! I'm gonna be something! I am! And don't fucking tell me I'm not!
[last lines]::Dirk: [practicing his lines in the mirror] I've been around this block twice now. Looking for something. A clue. I've been looking for clues and something led me back here. Yeah. So here I am. It could have been me, the one who was at Ringo's place when the shit went down. Hey. I know how it is. I've been there. We've all done bad things. We've all had those guilty feelings in our heart. I'm going to take your brain out of your head and wash it and scrub it and make it clean. I don't know. But I'm going to have to settle this. First we're going to check the hole and see what we can find. We're going to get nice and wet, and you're going to spread your legs. Oh, that's good. So you know me. You know my reputation. Thirteen inches of tough load, I don't treat you gently. That's right. I'm Brock Landers. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice, I'm going to ask you one more time. Where the fuck is Ringo?::Dirk: [he stands, unzips his pants and pulls out his penis] I am a star. I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star. I am a big, bright, shining star. That's right.::[he rezips his pants]
Reed Rothchild: Want to hear a poem I wrote? "I love you, you love me. Going down the sugar tree. We'll go down the sugar tree, and see lots of bees: playing, playing. But the bees won't sting, because you love me." That's it.
