Steve saw the cover. “Oh, right, Boogie Nights! I remember hearing that was good.” “Worth a shot,” I said. I felt good: relaxed, full of wine and seafood and the reassurances of a friend. I sat down in one of the front-row recliners, next to Lorraine. Steve took the money seat, next to Karen. Reed took the row behind them. The lights went down, the curtain went up, and we watched Dirk Diggler let it all hang out in crystalline, DVD-quality resolution, across an eight-foot screen. At first I was horrified. Then I laughed until I cried. “Let’s hope your content team knows more about your
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