#5: Pulp Fiction (1994)
"English, MOTHERFUCKER! DO YOU SPEAK IT??!"
You wouldn't reckon a mob/comedy/reckless entertainment-style film about two hitmen and the suitcase they're paid to retrieve for a certain Mr. Big Paws (ok, he's not a meerkat mob boss, his name's actually Marcellus Wallace) would really be anything special.
How wrong you would be! Samuel L. Jackson and John Travolta play the hitmen, Jules Winnfield and the well-named "I wish this was my porn-star name, it's just so cool!"-Vincent Vega. Bruce Willis plays an aging boxer, paid to lose his next fight by Wallace. How are these lives connected? Only the insane imagination of Quentin Tarantino really knows.
There was a brief moment in time when a certain scene from this movie was part of the most popular meme on the Internet. It's probably been surpassed by Twilight and rainbow sparkles, or some crap like that. NOT that I have anything against Twilight, it's certainly inspired and a brilliant work of fiction. DAMN, it was hard as nails typing that sentence. Be assured, it was just poking fun at a number of my ex-colleagues and the bewildered youth of today.
The scene I'm talking about is a <I'm gonna run out of superlatives, so I'll be counter-culture and just say...> "good" rendering of the aforementioned hitmen asking some questions of a punk, whose name I can't remember. Please, if I can ask you to do one single thing this year, watch this scene and the pure fun it brings - GOOD shit (YouTube) . It's a direct promise from me to you, you will NOT regret it. I just watched it, and I was very nearly rolling around, physically (!), on the floor.
I'm not making stuff up when I say that this is the best thing to ever come out of Quentin's (first-name basis) hands. It is so, so good. I didn't even really get a chance to mention Walluce's wife, Mia, a struggling actress who's cocaine-addicted and chain smokes, played by Uma Thurman (much better than the Kill Bill roles). The adventures and brilliant dialogue and the characters just plain havin' fun, is a combo that cannot quite be beat, my friends. If you haven't seen it, go sit in a corner and stare at the wall. You're nearly useless as a human being. 18/21.
You wouldn't reckon a mob/comedy/reckless entertainment-style film about two hitmen and the suitcase they're paid to retrieve for a certain Mr. Big Paws (ok, he's not a meerkat mob boss, his name's actually Marcellus Wallace) would really be anything special.
How wrong you would be! Samuel L. Jackson and John Travolta play the hitmen, Jules Winnfield and the well-named "I wish this was my porn-star name, it's just so cool!"-Vincent Vega. Bruce Willis plays an aging boxer, paid to lose his next fight by Wallace. How are these lives connected? Only the insane imagination of Quentin Tarantino really knows.
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