I must confess Pulp Fiction was the first topic I ever covered on Blogger, however, I was a rank amateur and had 3 unfinished drafts of this time testing moving picture put on blogger. Arra gave me a 17/20 which was nice of him because I did terribly. This one's going to rock, however. No it wont.
This movie is so well made, it gives me faith in humanity. Maybe that's misanthropic, but don't fret, Pulp fiction gives me more hope. Quentin Tarantino is a genius. The way he tells stories. The way his violence is controversial even though there's only a few acts in the movie and most of those acts are off screen. It isn't Hostel or Friday the Thirteenth.
The cast is incredible. John Travolta's career catapulted back to the top. Uma Thurman's character makes cigarette smoking seem graceful, but snorting the wrong drug wasn't quite so dignified. Samuel L. Jackson gives for my money the best performance in this legendary iconic over analyzed movie as a hit man named Jules transformed by a divine intervention. Bruce Willis is a boxer who didn't throw his fight. As usual he saves the day, but in the least conventional way imaginable.
People have said it before, but this is worth repeating. The dialogue is incredible. It's not banal, it's not predictable, it's not for the faint at heart, and in no way, shape, or form is it the usual cheesy action flick lines delivered by the boring hero with a dry, cool wit. To pick a best quote would be like sifting through a bag of diamonds looking for the shiniest one. If I ever made a movie this good, I wouldn't try to milk it for years like Buzz Aldrin does from walking on the moon, I would just retire in luxury.
The stories are beautiful. John Travolta and Sam Jackson as hitmen on a job who wind up having a really long morning after that regular joe carpool conversation leading up to it. John Travolta takes his boss's wife on a "date", but she makes a mistake and he has to get his drug dealer, Lance, to help revive her. Bruce Willis of course doesn't take a dive and almost dies in a forced S&M torture.
Those are the main ones. There are unforgettable substories such as two robbers in the cold open discussing liquor store robberies being more risky than bank or coffee shop robberies. Christopher Walken tells a young Bruce Willis about the odyssey of his father's gold watch, which when his ditzy wife forgot it, he went back and got it, saw his boss, ran him over, they squabble, and almost die in aforementioned Sadomasochistic hell freakshow.
This movie is considered the best of the 90's. You really have to see it to believe it. Description doesn't do it justice. This is a piece of gold that no pirate can ever get his scurvy hands on. It belongs to the ages and the critics overwhelmingly lauded it. Metacritic, my bitch lover, assigned it an average score of a 94/100, indicating universal acclaim.
Too much debate and analysis goes into this film. It certainly isn't overrated, like Blue Velvet was. It is an enjoyable, undeniable classic in the filmmaking world. It isn't a guilty pleasure like any Tim Allen film. Just like Star Wars-Star Trek, there is no debate. Star Wars wins. Pulp Fiction is the greatest film of the 1990's. Enough. End of conversation. Fin. Any questions?
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