“Did you have a deprived childhood?”
“You NEED to see it!”
The above refrains should sound familiar to anyone who has ever had the audacity to tell someone that they haven’t seen what is apparently a jaw-dropping piece of cinematic greatness. I have a few problems with this practice. First, I don’t appreciate someone telling me what it takes to fulfill my life. I know what you’re going to say: “Ryan, they don’t actually think you’ve been deprived.” And I know that. But it still ticks me off. No matter how innocent, innocuous or in-jest it may be, telling someone that their life isn’t complete for not seeing a movie (or any reason for that matter) is just not cool. Also, if I decide that I actually want to see that movie, my expectations have been built up so much that the odds of me actually liking it decrease significantly.
Which segues us nicely into this week’s film, Pulp Fiction. I arrived on the Quentin Tarantino scene relatively late. I didn’t see my first Tarantino theatrical production until Inglorious Bastards and that was several years after it was released. I liked it, but didn’t love it. It was a fun movie but by the end of it, I’d seen enough blood for a good while. Then two years ago, Tarantino finally got me. And he got me good. With the help of Jamie Foxx, Christoph Walz, Leo DiCaprio and a disturbing yet wonderful Samuel L. Jackson, Tarantino grabbed me hook, line and sinker with Django Unchained. It was funny, thought provoking and, most importantly in my mind, original. When I would talk to people about Django, a lot of them would bring up Pulp Fiction and when I told them I hadn’t seen it, it was like I had kicked their dog. So this week, I blocked out two and a half hours and took the plunge. Check it out:
95. Pulp Fiction
Big names: John Travolta, Samuel L. Jackson, Uma Thurman, Bruce Willis, Tim Roth, Christopher Walken, Harvey Keitel, Ving Rhames, Amanda Plummer, Steve Buscemi and Quentin Tarantino
One sentence summary: Still not really sure.
Scene that sticks out: John Travolta accidentally blowing a kid’s head off in Samuel L. Jackson’s car and acting like he had bumped into a guy in the supermarket. BONUS: All scenes with Jackson, specifically the ones where he quotes Isaiah.
Thoughts: I just didn’t get it. That’s really the long and short of my Pulp Fiction experience. Sure, there were some fun scenes. John Travolta getting his boogy on with Uma Thurman; John Travolta and his drug dealer trying to save an OD-ing Uma Thurman, Bruce Willis looking surprisingly attractive and just about every scene with Samuel L. Jackson. But that certainly didn’t fill two and a half hours. And the rest of the film didn’t feel like it was advancing any real plot line. You had Travolta and Jackson serving as muscle for the gangster Marcellus Wallace, Travolta entertaining Wallace’s wife Mia and Willis going on the run from Wallace after winning a boxing match he was supposed to lose. And yeah, they intertwined and connected eventually, but it all felt very…huh? After two and a half hours, I felt like I had spent a lot of time watching a lot of images and…I wasn’t really sure beyond that. My boyfriend explained to me that was the point, that it was supposed to be raw and unfinished. So maybe I’m just not a mature enough film consumer to appreciate it, but for me, it didn’t do the job.
Ranking (out of 10): – Whether I fell prey to too-high expectations or I’m not a smart enough movie watcher, I was very underwhelmed.
What Actually Happened?
My biggest problem with this movie was that I felt that some things happened but I wasn’t really sure why or how or how it connected in a significant way. And that confusion persisted for two and a half hours. So I decided to go back and see what actually did happen (don’t worry, no spoilers). I’m not sure what this actually says or if it proves anything but you should still check it out. This was going to be a very sad attempt to recreate a much more impressive graphic from Fathom Information Design about the Rocky film series that is super cool and you should totally check out. But after 10 minutes, I realized that wasn’t going to happen. What’s below is what I came up with.
NEXT WEEK: Grab some fava beans and a nice chianti because we’re watching The Silence of the Lambs.