Samuel L. Jackson = B.A.M.F.

Rating: 9/10 (13 August 2012)

It simply does not get more real than Pulp Fiction. The way in which the characters talk to each other is the closer to street reality than 99 out of 100 movies. While the story missed one crucial and necessary scene, (a necessary Travolta/Thurman rendezvous), QT perfectly tied all of the stars together in one magic eight ball of both freedom and confusion. All the while somehow managing to portray each scene with an ease of comfort-ability, as if the actors knew they were gonna to be OK after he yells "cut". Cameos galore, each twist and turn brought a new multifaceted array of questions to the viewer, while simultaneously answering the previous doubts with a known face in an unknown life form, languished in the agony of drug addicted L.A. with a Hollywood sense of humor. All the viewer is left with after each scene is, how can any scene be better than that one? And thanks to Samuel L. Jackson's and John Travolta's dynamic and cosmic sense of irony, the film culminates in an orgasm of serotonin laced happiness, Tarantino matching music with motion as only he can do. Drugs, Guns, Sex, and Samuel L. 'Nuff Said. (9/10)