Harry Middlebrooks

Harry Middlebrooks pops up in the credits for Naked Wishes (2000), and honestly, it’s the kind of movie that’s hard to pin down with a neat little summary. It’s got that late ‘90s vibe—kind of raw, a little offbeat, and definitely not afraid to get weird. The plot slips between reality and fantasy, following a bunch of characters who are all chasing after something, whether it’s love, redemption, or just a shot at feeling alive for five minutes. There’s this undercurrent of longing running through the whole thing—people wanting what they can’t have, making dumb choices, and then trying to fix the mess they made. Middlebrooks’ role? He’s right in the thick of it. The guy brings this sly energy, like he’s in on a joke no one else gets. The script doesn’t spoon-feed you answers, either. Scenes hop around—one minute you’ve got a tense confrontation in a smoky bar, the next there’s a surreal dream sequence with dialogue that almost makes sense, but not quite. It’s all a bit trippy, honestly. The cinematography leans hard into shadows and neon, giving it this slightly grimy, lived-in feel. The soundtrack isn’t afraid to be weird, either—think jazz spilling into rock, with the occasional awkward silence that says more than any line could. Naked Wishes might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s got guts. It’s messy, it’s human, and it lets its characters be flawed without apologizing for it. And Harry Middlebrooks? He fits right in—like the whole thing would be missing a beat without him.