Have I ever told you that Pulp Fiction is one of my favorite films? Well, it is, and it isn't because of all of the violence as some of you might surmise because of my online moniker. No, I love that movie because of it's tightly written dialouge. I mean seriously, who doesn't love the "Breakfast Scene"? If you have ever seen this movie, you have probably spent more time than you care to admit chuckling about the "Royale with Cheese" or have said to more than one would-be know it all "Hey, check out the big brain on Brett!"
You don't do that? Well, I do... and I'm not ashamed.
A question that I often hear from people who didn't enjoy Pulp Fiction as much as I did is this: "Exactly what was the move all about, Bill... it didn't make sense to me." That is a fair question as the film was certainly non-linear. Rather than feed you a lot of BS on the duality of man, or the true conflict of good and evil, and certainly not to write a treatise on modern film noire (as if I could), I will say simply this: This movie was "about" two things, and everything else is just stuff.
Pulp Fiction is about a briefcase, and it is about what Marcellus Wallace looks like.
See my review from a few years ago, here (http://gunfighter1.typepad.com/warrior/2008/01/man-movies-6.html#tp)