Root around and you could probably dig up scores of lousy reviews for this most provocative and dissonant of all Ferrara's films. While you're searching, you may discover that even the raves for most of his films are qualified. Not that Ferrara is working overtime to dispel his press image. Last summer he substituted for Scorsese at a chic film preservation fund raiser. There's something I'd like to say about film preservation.
Tongues keep wagging, glasses keep clinking.
This is important. Guess who got thrown out by security guards. It's now early October, and showers of million dollar bouquets are about to come raining down on a confection called Pulp Fiction . Scene after scene proceeds according to this same blueprint. Safe sex, baby.