Jules Winnfield y Vincent Vega son dos matones cuya misión es la de conseguir un maletín que le fue robado a su jefe, el mafioso Marsellus Wallace. Wallace tambien le ha pedido a Vincent que saque a pasear a su esposa Mia mientras él esta fuera de la ciudad por unos dias.
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It grafts contemporary narrative onto arcane roots in antiquity to create a novel way of resolving the delusions of myopic grandeur that beset Jules Winfield, a thug in need of redemption. The America Tarantino presents here is one where hype and entertainment paralyse the human spirit, as the market-economy goes about its business shredding the wellbeing of its’ citizens…the sense that an intractable appetite for personal gratification had become America’s raison d’etre is all pervasive.
Pulp Fiction is quite innocent, both obnoxiously and endearingly so. It’s undeniably a personal film, but it’s a personal ode to impersonality, to emotional evasion through stuff… Something like Pulp Fiction, which has grown more and more pleasurable over the years, can almost play like disreputable porn that allows us to drink in the forbidden pleasures of tactile variety, whether it’s of humans, toys, objects, or outfits.
We [Generation X] were primed for a movie like Pulp Fiction. Its narrative and visual and aural pastiche, spitting pop cultural allusions like sparks from a grinding wheel, spoke a language we instinctively understood. Pulp Fiction didn’t define us so much as it revealed us, by dramatizing our sensibilities to the world.
Opening night, high as a kite, $50 bag in my jacket pocket. Packed house, surrounded by rowdy older kids. Making new friends left and right, audience is pumped. Lights dim, previews begin, impatient.1st scene starts, love Pumpkin and Honey Bunny. Gun slams on a table with a thunderous metallic thunk! Shivers down my spine. Music kicks in, credits begin, mind blown! Tarantino is my God! Genius revealed, legacy sealed.
This absolute classic sways from one vignette to the next, indulging the lush characters just the right amount before jumping to the next, This was still when Tarantino's self-indulgence felt earned and genuine. The movie does not lull once despite the intimidating run time. I tell anyone to go out of their way to look more into this if you want to be a film buff. Definitely deserving of all the praise it receives.
Every once in a while a film comes along and influences everything that comes after. No one had heard dialogue crackle like this since Double Indemnity - that's what was so shocking, not the violence, but what they were talking about and how they said it. This film also shows why some actors are 'stars' - imagine lesser names speaking this dialogue. No. Only Sam Jackson could have done that monologue.
Muy buena película con el clásico humor negro de Tarantino, con escenas honestas y una trama que pasa a segundo plano después de observar su desarrollo. Las trama se nos cuenta de manera cercana con los planos, medios, americanos, también muchos planos abiertos donde observamos lo que esta pasando. Te ubica muy bien en un contexto. Hay en muchas escenas poca profundidad de campo y la iluminación es persistente.
Essential cinema that cleans the palete every so often. Oscar winning script that became the textbook for indie cool has not lost an even partial fraction of its ability to entertain and wow. A perfectly constructed and realized film that Tarantino has yet come close to matching. Top notch performances but its the dialogue that makes this one timeless. "say what again" "Zed's dead" "uncomfortable silences" et al
Pulp redefined cinematic-style. While many of the narrative techniques it uses have been done better elsewhere, nowhere do they form a better and more entertaining package than this one does. Sharp writing and clever use of music makes this an easy watch for repeated viewings.