I almost didn’t see this film, because I’d heard that Tarantino was incredibly violent. And, as I may have mentioned, I’m not a huge fan of gore. But I was urged to see it by a friend and am glad that I did.
The movie’s plot is a patchwork of nonlinear scenes and storylines that all revolve around a gangster named Marsellus Wallace (Vhing Rhames), his wife, Mia (Uma Thurman), a pair of hit men (Samuel Jackson and John Travolta), and a boxer named Butch (Bruce Willis). Each of them has a story that’s told out of order and intersects with the others in various ways.
Some of the best parts of the movie go to supporting characters. Such as Harvey Keitel, who plays a cleanup man named Winston Wolfe. Keitel enjoys many a scene-stealing moment, such as these:
Then there’s Christopher Walken as Butch’s dad. He does such a great impression of … himself basically …
Even the part where someone gets his head blown off in the back seat of a car is more cartoonish than it is grisly. In fact, the movie is flat-out funny in a darkly humorous way.
The intertwining plot lines fit together so seamlessly, it’s a bit mind-blowing. Given such a complex structure, the film invites multiple viewings — an invitation I’ve accepted on many occasions. All I can say is kudos to Tarantino, who wrote the screenplay. It’s the kind of thing I wish I’d written.
Labeled by cinema critics as both “black comedy” and “neo-noir,” Pulp Fiction is without a doubt one of the most clever postmodern crime films ever.
After seeing this film, I’ll never be able to go to a diner without thinking, “Garçon means boy.”
The movie is a “two thumbs up” treat!