I don't mind the language, it's the beating I don't need

Rating: 6/10 (2 July 2003)

I know that this film is highly regarded and that my adverse view is a minority one, but I found Reservoir Dogs unsubtle and uninteresting.

I don't really like violent movies, but I liked Pulp Fiction, which I found clever and compelling. Reservoir Dogs shows some signs of similar flair, but only the odd flicker of it.
The strong language I was promised was not particularly ripe - I learned no new ways of saying "f*** you" having experienced the entire canon in Glengarry Glen Ross. Indeed, Mamet does foul language better. The introduction of the prefix "mother" in Pulp Fiction took the language genre much further. Mostly this film is distinguished only by the gratuitousness of its violence, which is disturbing at times, especially Mr Blonde's frenzy.
What little plot there is (and boy, is there little) didn't quite stack up for me, nor did it bring out any real complexity in the characters.
I enjoyed the opening scene in the diner, haggling over the morality of tipping, but it was downhill from there for me.
Good performances by Tim Roth and Harvey Keitel in particular.