The perfect, sizzling, non-stop action comedy.

Rating: 9/10 (4 April 2017)

The icy wit, the connoisseur soundtrack, the violence, the extended dialogue riffing overwhelmingly injected with blazing comedy, the trance-like unreality, the karmic balance of the heroin scene and the adrenalin scene, the narrative switchbacks that allow John Travolta to finish the film both alive and dead, and above all else, the sheer directionless excitement that Tarantino conjures, all makes Pulp Fiction just so brilliant.
The screenplay, by Tarantino and Roger Avary, is so well-written in a scruffy, fanzine way that it tantalizes the viewer to the nerve endings in your toes – this is made explicit in the Bruce Willis segments of the film which presents a chaotic yet layered balance of brilliance.
The Travolta and Jackson segments are sublimely hilarious, with the dialogue delivery from Jackson being so cackling and perfect that you would sprain a rib in amusement, and the acting from Travolta being so endearingly relatable that you follow his character in awe.
While it may nag you in the back of your brain that this adrenalin ride lacks a solid communicable basis, I think that is what makes it work in the most respectable manner possible.