You’re MOTORING! What’s your price for flight? I absolutely adore Paul Thomas Anderson’s monumental sophomore feature Boogie Nights, applying a sardonic and hyperactive Scorsese-meets-Altman panorama of kinetic camera work and needle drops atop magnetic turns by a phenomenal ensemble. Anchoring the whole thing admirably is one-time punchline and erstwhile Bandit Burt Reynolds, oozing charm and sleaze in a package of paternal exploitation. One of my absolute favourite genres is ‘band of misfits get together to make a thing’, and this film is one of the absolute best examples of this, while being so much more.