Boogie Nights

After much ado and about 10 years, I finally got around to watching Boogie Nights. Oh... my... gawd. It took my a while to realize that I was supposed to be laughing, which I love. Markie Mark (you can't make me call him Mark Wahlberg. I don't care if he wins the Oscar for Hamlet, he still did Good Vibrations) pulled off the polite porn star so well that I actually got sad when he turned into a --forgive the pun-- dick.

Julianne Moore was practically flawless as the dysfunctional mommy figure with more issues than National Geographic. Philip Seymore Hoffman, best known for winning the Best Actor Oscar for his flawless portrayal of Truman Capote, shows just how great of an actor he is by taking a small role and making it big.

I really couldn't tell you what was my favorite part. Could it have been Dirk Diggler's porn debut, with Julianne Moore's hilariously terrible acting and her uber-classy "I'm fixed" remark? Maybe its William Macy finding his wife banging another dude -again!- in the middle of a driveway? Or perhaps its Rollergirl kicking that asshole's head in as she frantically screams "Don't you fucking disrespect me!!!" No. It is surely that parting shot. That single moment as the film comes to a close where Dirk Diggler whips out the money maker for all to see.

What made this movie kick ass in my eyes was the fact that you could never really tell when it was being serious. Even as you can feel the shit getting ready to hit the fan at the coke dealer's pad, its still funny. And you can't really count any movie out that shows you Heather Graham completely nude. I give it a Joon Rating it of Pretty Damn Cool. I'd watch it again.