I think QT is over-rated nowadays - but def not here.

Rating: 10/10 (1 March 2012)

Pulp Fiction is rightfully renowned as a landmark in modern film. Even when it was released in 1994 you just knew you were watching something that was changing the rules somehow.
In essence the film was a series of delicious conversations between well crafted and memorable characters, punctuated by casual profanity, racist epithets and extremely adult topics, all set against an immaculately selected soundtrack of essential yet often obscure tracks selected from several decades. In between all this there were a few scenes of eye-opening violence and/or grown up situations.
Rather than go into detail discussing what Pulp Fiction was about I have decided to talk more about what it made. And I am not referring to box office or DVD sales
Pulp Fiction:  made me wonder what the band aid was for.  made me and millions of others wonder what was in the case  made Jackrabbit Slim's, Big Kahuna Burger and Red Apple cigarettes household (fake) names.  made exploded penises the new severed ear.  made an Urge Overkill cover 'that OD song' and worse still  made The Rebels the unfortunate soundtrack to interracial male rape.
Furthermore, it;  made Bruce Willis and John Travolta legit Hollywood Stars again.  (made me like John Travolta for 2 and a half hours!)  made Frank Whaley, Eric Stoltz and Rosanna Arquette momentarily cool.  made Ving Rhames the coolest bad guy in years, Uma the coolest gangster's moll and Samuel L. Jackson the coolest MF *period* in 1994.  made Tim Roth, Christopher Walken and Harvey Keitel lose zero cool points.  made dated hairstyles like Vince's ponytail, Mia's bob and Jules' 'Soul Glo' perm somehow acceptable.  made non-racists casually racists – at least when quoting dialogue from this film. ('Dead N***** storage', "N***** please, that's all you had to say", 'And he'll be damned if some g***'s gonna get his greasy yellow hands on his Father's watch').  made someone saying "Bring out the gimp" less confusing than it might have been in 1993.  made 2 ½ hours seem like not enough for once.  made me buy the movie poster, the VHS, the 10 year anniversary DVD, the 15 year anniversary DVD when the 10 year was stolen, and in all likelihood the blu-ray at some point in the future.
And finally;  made a young buck named Tarantino the king of the world and master of the cinema universe. A title that he unfortunately swallowed too readily, leading to pap like Death Proof and over-rated dross like Inglourious Basterds. Dross that is inexplicably fawned over by a movie-going community somehow blinded by credits in the bank.
Final Rating – 10 / 10. That last point aside, Pulp Fiction is indisputably a work of true greatness, rich, luxurious and rewarding of repeat viewing. It is what real filmmakers should aspire to.
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