In an effort to rejuvenate my thirst for film I have partaken on an ambitious endeavor. I have decided to compile my list of 100 favorite films, rewatch them, and write a brief review. I encourage you to follow along.

99.

Pulp Fiction (Tarantino, 1994)

In the years since its release Pulp Fiction has become the cool kid from high school all grown up. After graduating, he had a brief stint in college, where he met many other cool kids, and suddenly he realized he wasn’t as cool as he thought. After a long bout with denial he shuffled back to his parents house, enrolled in a trade school, and eventually carved out a nice living as an electrician. He is humbled now, his thick wavy hair is thinned, his once lean frame is carrying a lot of extra weight, and his eyes are not the gleaming blue they once were. But occasionally, if you catch him in the right moment, you’ll see a brief flash of his former glory, the brilliant light that still has so many lonely mouths whispering his name through smoke cloud memories.

In 1994 Pulp Fiction was a sharp bolt that cut through the American cinematic world. But as time has passed it has been lapped repeatedly and left as a sort of parody of itself. But, one cannot deny the overwhelming energy and iconography that it will forever possess. The story of Vincent and Mia is most notable, to watch their forbidden love unfurl before us, more being said in their silence than their words, and the hand of fate delivering them from their serendipitous collision. It is this moment, along with many others in the film that helped, for better or worse, spawn a new generation of cinema. Tarantino was one of the few American directors at the time reminding us that film should be punctuated with style and mood.

– James Merolla

 

 

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