Pulp Fiction (1994)

Sure, there's nothing really left to say about Tarantino's magnum opus (well, one of them anyway) but I watched it this week once again. I treated myself to the twentieth anniversary Blu-ray last year, complete with the Blu-ray packaged in a Big Kahuna Burger takeaway bag, along with a Jack Rabbit Slims laminated menu and a Zed key ring. It's a beauty. Anyway I also bought Tarantino's novelisation of his Once Upon A Time.......In Hollywood (2019) this week, and thought it seemed an appropriate time to crack out the Pulp Fiction briefcase. And, well.....there really isn't any more to say on the subject. The deserving winner of the Palme d'Or in 1994, and the undeserving non-winner of the Best Picture Oscar in the same year, it's one of those rare films that has as big a cult following as it does critical, and to produce this sort of masterpiece on the back of a debut as decade defining as Reservoir Dogs (1992) is nothing short of astonishing. Absolutely, I'm partially biased being a massive QT fan; I believe Tarantino's weakest film is The Hateful Eight (2015) and I still think that's pretty good. Tarantino's not perfect; Django Unchained (2012) was verging on a southern masterpiece until its navel gazing last half hour, and as much as I love Kill Bill (Volumes I and II [2003/2004]) I wish he would cut and release that much vaunted 'Kill Bill: The Whole Bloody Affair'. According to a very recent interview, Tarantino still maintains he's going to sever ties with directing after his next film, and although he has no idea what the film is going to be, the only thing he's thought about so far is Kill Bill: Volume 3. After another viewing of Pulp Fiction this week, even if we only get to see one more Tarantino directed film, it's a prospect that fills me with enormous excitement. And there we go, I haven't even spoken about Pulp Fiction in this review, but then again, what's the point really? 9.2/10