This
movie is the bomb! I can't remember a movie about crime,
violence, sex and drugs (my favorite kind of movies) that is funnier
or more origianal. It's as if a whole new genre has been created:
noir with a 90's sensibility and slickness. While Reservoir Dogs
revealed director Quentin Tarantino as a talent, this movie put him
over the top into superstardom and created a style that has been copied
by numerous directors ever since. It also resurrected, in case you
have forgotten, the career of John Travolta in a big way.
The best way to
describe the Tarantino style is in the opening scene: a guy and a
girl in a diner are talking like you would expect a boyfriend and
girlfriend to talk, but then they jump onto the table with guns drawn
and announce a robbery. The juxtapostion is striking. This happens
throughout the movie: The ordinary is seemlessly combined with the
antisocial or criminal behavior. We also see Uma Thurman excitedly
describing a malted shake, but then snorting cocaine, or Travolta
and Jackson in an interesting discussion about McDonalds' quarter
pounders in France on their way to a mob hit.
The story, in
case you don't know, involves several overlapping subplots that are
presented out of sequence, which actually adds to the story. There's
Travolta and Jackson as incompetent hit men (and Harvey Keitel has
to fix things for them); there's Bruce Willis as a boxer who isn't
taking the dive for the mob, and there's Uma being Uma. A wild and
crazy romp through the Los Angeles underbelly!
My Movie of the Year!
My
Movie of the Decade!
—
marty
