I’d like to dedicate this entry to Captain Phil Harris who dies today of causes linked to the life he didn’t know how to live without. I wish you good fishing. On to the movie. I’d seen Pulp Fiction probably around 30 times by this viewing. It’s probably Tarantino’s best movie he’ll ever make. Perfectly laid out and awesomely intertwined. If you’ve ever seen his latest and worst movie to date, Inglorious Basterds, then you’ll know the man has a flair for dialogue. Only in Fiction, it stays interesting to hear the banter or threats from the main characters. I’ve always loved the opening monologue between Vincent and Jules, and the fact that it’s only a few cuts makes it all the more entertaining. Although it’s still hard to believe that it’s this high on the list. There aren’t any other good movies in the top 20 of the “Fuck” list. I know Goodfellas is, but I don’t like Goodfellas. But anyway, this movie is probably as good as that ugly bastard Quentin is going to get. Christopher Walken does the absolute best Christopher Walken impression I have ever seen. Bruce Willis and John Travolta are extremely fun to watch. The sword was a great choice. Apart from the acting, it’s the movie’s background/environment that builds the feel of it into something different from the other movies in the top 5. Its scenes are perfectly constructed and laid out with a certain theatrical quality. And don’t forget the violence. There is plenty of blood to laugh at. Dirty, violent and fun to watch. What more can you ask? You can ask what’s in that damn case. I liked the Marcellus-Wallace-soul theory, but I guess the band aid was a coincidence because Ving Rhames has a scar there. Tarantino fed some BS about it being the loot from Reservoir Dogs. Maybe. Last thing, this has always bothered me. Jules is not holing a 9mm in the diner as he says, it’s a .45. I hate it when movies fuck up weapons.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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