17-year-old Eddie Adamsare porn director Jack Hornerpicked out from a restaurant waiter, much culture, so, Eddie Adams The stage name was changed to Digler, and since then Digler has become the star of this type of film. Because the films they made were very popular, Jack Horner and Digler both gained fame and fortune. But after entering the 1980s, the situation became chaotic: Little Bill shot and killed his unfaithful wife and lover and committed suicide, the sponsor was arrested for child pornography, and Dirk was addicted to drugs. Digler became less and less cooperative, and Jack Horner replaced him with a new player and began to find a new way out. Dirk Digler wanted to change his career, but he was stuck in the drug trade. At this time, video production became a new industry, Jack Horner seized the opportunity to make a comeback, and they began to shoot movies in a new way.
Boogie Nights movie plot
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Extended Reading
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Maurice: I'm the ultimate Latin Lover. There ain't no Latin Lover like me.
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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.
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Dirk: You know what I'm thinking about, man? I'm thinking about kicking some fuckin' ass!