So there are moments which change your life, moments you look back on your death bed, moments that will flash when you are breathing your last, well this is one such instance. It dates back to about 2 years from now. I was a normal kid, used to watch 'em damn movies like the Mummy, The Terminator, The Matrix, Speed, Rush hour, Mr and Mrs Smith, Jurassic Park, Titanic, etc, those which appealed to the common man and which were highly publicized and totally commercial in nature. I was not obsessed with movies, hell, I found 'em boring, except for those movies with cool graphics or you know boning scenes :D. It was all cool then.
Then one fine afternoon I saw this list of IMdb's ''Top 250 movies'' on my friends laptop and realized I haven't seen a 10th of them. High up on the list was a funny looking name, which made no fuckin' sense at all. PULP FICTION was its name. And I wished for the rest of my life, I never saw that name that day, as it changed my whole life. See. I sound melodramatic, like those people in movies, don't I. See that's why I keep blaming that day.
The moment I saw that name, I heard an internal voice, sounding excited, stimulated by that friggin' name and made me get a DVD immediately. Unable to resist the temptation, I gave in and lo the movie started playing and what's the first thing I see? Something like this "pulp /'p&lp/ n. 1. A soft, moist, shapeless mass of matter.
2. A magazine or book containing lurid subject matter and being characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper. ". and I was like what ?? and then immediately we see 2 funny looking people, esp Honey-bunny, talking about robbing a restaurant. Yup, you heard me. Her cussing is enough to get you scared, forget all the funny things about her. Next up, 2 weird looking guys in tuxedos, one with hair like a Jheri curl joker, talking about Burgers, pilots and foot massages with pistols in their hands and then shoot people coldly amidst weird conversations about burgers and hell lot of cussing :D !!! and then Butch appears........ and rest as they say is history !!!!
And the next 2 hours were the best 2 hours spent of my life, the best roller coaster ride I have ever been on and Mind you, I did not follow anything. Great analysis and watching the movie over and over again, in the next few weeks, made things somewhat clear, but let me tell you no movie that I have ever seen in my entire life, was anything like this and will never be, because the next 2 years and about 1000 films old, I am still desperate, angry and willing to do anything to see a movie like this again. That day started my obsession with movies, I should say obsession with Pulp fiction, obsession to find a movie halfway close to this one. No movie ever came close to it and I am gettin tired now, guess the only solution is to keep watching this movie again and again, or writing articles like these or even better try making a movie like this again, which would fail badly, that explains why there is no Pulp Fiction Jr. Kill Bill came close, mind you, like 5 % close, but the difference is it had a plot, you see, thats the difference !!!!!
What is so different about this movie? Well, everything. For starters, there is no plot in this movie and this movie doesn't make sense, hell you will say aren't there millions of movies out there like that, well, this is different in the following sense. A movie like this can come out only when you put together the acumen of Tarantino, Cold chilly looks/dialogues of Samuel L Jackson, 'never-say-die' attitude of Uma Thurman, bullheadedness of Trovolta, a chicken like Tim Roth, total weirdness of Amanda Plummer (Honey-Bunny), Innocence and naiveness of Maria de Medeiros ( Fabienne), a stoned up complete bitch like Rosanna Arquette, a totally serious Harvey Kietel, The so called puppet Bruce Willis and the so called Don called Ving Rhames. See, you gte my point now, see how it is different from those other movies without a plot ?
The movie has no fuckin' genre. Comedy set against the backdrop of violence and yet is so totally serious, when there is hilariousness enclosed in every scene. The movie talks about the emptiness in the lives of the above characters, how everyone gets excited at the smallest of the most insignificant things, forgetting the big picture, quite easily. Things like, 'It’s not a motorcycle baby, it’s a chopper' or 'No No, they didn't have blueberry pancakes, I had to get buttermilk' ,when the most important things like death, injury,blood, etc are forgotten so easily . Let me not dig too deep now, I am tired of doing that now, I leave that to you, its your headache now.
With lines like these and acts like the ones above, this is a movie which is the only one if its kind and a repetition if which is not possible and would drastically fail. These are some of my favorite lines. Click here for a list of my fav lines/passages from this movie, from my other article about this movie.
'I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that'.
'Check out the big brain on Brett! You're a smart motherfucker'.
'That was pretty fucking trippy... heaaghhhh..haaahhaaahhaaa..'
'But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage'.
'You know, touchin' his wife's feet, and stickin' your tongue in her Holiest of Holies, ain't the same fuckin' ballpark, it ain't the same league, it ain't even the same fuckin' sport'.
'All right, everybody be cool, this is a robbery! Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of ya'!
So that day started my obsession and the day when I went into the dark lanes of 'finding a movie like Pulp Fiction' and hence became a movie addict. I am deep down this hole now, far from being rescued. My obsession is real bad, right now, ranging anywhere from 5-10 movies a week. I analyze movies, reserch 'em, critic 'em. Hell no I have no plans of becoming a director, but just hope to find a movie like Pulp Fiction again, which I know I never will. So I am caught in a vicious circle here and I know it and still can't get out of it. God, Please god !! give me salvation, show me a movie like Pulp Fiction, free me from this deadly world of movies. Please god, help me !!!! Please take me back to those wonderful days when I watched movies to see some cool graphics or someone boning. Please take me back when the world was still a good place to live in, those days when I wanted to spend my time fighting with real people, instead of trying to find a movie like Pulp Fiction. Darn I sound like 'em movie guys, don't I ? sheeeeshhh
That was pretty fuckin trippppppppppyyy.... hhahahahahhahaaha
Friday, May 22, 2009
A tribute to Pulp Fiction.
I just love the movie Pulp Fiction. Refer to my other article, about my obsession with this movie. Here I present a few lines/passages from this movie, which make it the best movie that was ever made. If you have time to reach till here, then you definitely should have time to go over these lines now. Read the lines and you will know what I mean. The movie is a serious movie, with lot of violence and some serious cussing, but you need to read these lines to see the comedy trapped in that seriousness. With enthralling performances by an exciting starcast, I present to you PULP FICTION. Directed by Quentin Tarantino and starring Quentin Tarantino as (Jimmie), maa maaan Samuel L Jackson (Jules), the sexy Uma Thurman (Mia), John Trovolta (vincent), Tim Roth (Pumpkin), funny Amanda Plummer (Honey-Bunny/Yolanda), Maria de Medeiros ( Fabienne/Mongaloid), Rosanna Arquette (Jody), Harvey Kietel (The Wolf) , Bruce Willis (Butch) and Ving Rhames (Marsellus Wallace).
Starts with the definition of Pulp Fiction. make whatever sense out of it.
pulp /'p&lp/ n. 1. A soft, moist, shapeless mass of matter.
2. A magazine or book containing lurid subject matter and being characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper.
I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that.
What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
What country are you from? "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What? English, motherfucker, do you speak it?
Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!
Check out the big brain on Brett! You're a smart motherfucker.
But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.
When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems.
That was pretty fucking trippy... heaaghhhh..haaahhaaahhaaa..
How about you, Lash LaRue? You think you can keep your spurs from jinglin' and janglin'?
Butch: What now?
Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.
Butch: I meant what now between me and you?
Marsellus: Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.
Pumpkin: Garçon! Coffee!
Waitress: 'Garçon' means boy.
Jules:Yolanda, I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers accidentally get shot.
Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.
Jules:IN FACT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOIN' IN THE BACK? YOU'RE THE MOTHERFUCKER WHO SHOULD BE ON BRAIN DETAIL! We're fuckin' switchin'! I'm washin' the windows, and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull!
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett? And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
Butch:So we cool?
Butch: Starin' at something, friend?
Vincent: I ain't your friend, palooka.
Butch: What did you say?
Vincent: I think you heard me just fine, punchy.
Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
Butch: I think I cracked a rib.
Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure?
Butch: No, retard, from the fight.
Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this?
Butch: It's a chopper, baby.
Fabienne: Whose chopper is this?
Butch: It's Zed's.
Fabienne: Who's Zed?
Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.
The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
Esmeralda: What is your name?
Butch: Butch.
Esmeralda: What does it mean?
Butch: I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
Jules: I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the calvary which should be coming directly.
Marsellus: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf who should be coming directly.
The Wolf :If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.
Jimmie: I can't believe this is the same car.
The Wolf: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.
Jules: It's the one that says Bad Motherfucker
Jules: Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel?
Jules: I used the same fuckin' soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn't look like no goddamn Maxi-Pad!
Jules :If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
Zed: Bring out the Gimp.
Maynard: Gimp's sleeping.
Zed: Well, I guess you're gonna have to go wake him up now, won't you?
Vincent:Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or at the jailhouse with the cops?
Butch: Did you bring the watch?
Fabienne: I believe so.
Butch: You *believe* so? You *believe* so? What the fuck does that mean? You either did, or you didn't!
Lance: If you're all right, then say something.
Mia: Something.
Mia: I have to go powder my nose.
Butch: How was your breakfast?
Fabienne: It was good...
Butch: Did you get the pancakes, the blueberry pancakes?
Fabienne: No, no, they didn't have blueberry pancakes, I had to get buttermilk -
Jules: Mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down with?
Vincent: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.
Mia :Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and says, Catch up.
Butch: I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie.
Fabienne: Blueberry pie.
Butch: Okay, maybe not that fast. But pretty fast, alright?
Butch: You want me to have a pot?
Fabienne: No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like a gorilla. But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.
Butch: You think guys would find that attractive?
Fabienne: I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.
Jules: Bitch, be cool!
Hehe.. More to add soon, add up if you feel anything cool is missing !!! and ya 'I don't smile for pictures'. 'Just because you are a character doesn't mean you have character'.
and 'You won't know the facts until you've seen the fiction'. So go see it if you haven't yet !!!!
Starts with the definition of Pulp Fiction. make whatever sense out of it.
pulp /'p&lp/ n. 1. A soft, moist, shapeless mass of matter.
2. A magazine or book containing lurid subject matter and being characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper.
I'm sorry, did I break your concentration? I didn't mean to do that.
What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
What country are you from? "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of. They speak English in What? English, motherfucker, do you speak it?
Say 'what' again. Say 'what' again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more Goddamn time!
Check out the big brain on Brett! You're a smart motherfucker.
But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.
When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Nigger Storage?
I'm Winston Wolfe. I solve problems.
That was pretty fucking trippy... heaaghhhh..haaahhaaahhaaa..
How about you, Lash LaRue? You think you can keep your spurs from jinglin' and janglin'?
Butch: What now?
Marsellus: What now? Let me tell you what now. I'ma call a coupla hard, pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch. You hear me talkin', hillbilly boy? I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'ma get medieval on your ass.
Butch: I meant what now between me and you?
Marsellus: Oh, that what now. I tell you what now between me and you. There is no me and you. Not no more.
Pumpkin: Garçon! Coffee!
Waitress: 'Garçon' means boy.
Jules:Yolanda, I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that's when motherfuckers accidentally get shot.
Jules: I wouldn't go so far as to call a dog filthy but they're definitely dirty. But, a dog's got personality. Personality goes a long way.
Jules:IN FACT, WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOIN' IN THE BACK? YOU'RE THE MOTHERFUCKER WHO SHOULD BE ON BRAIN DETAIL! We're fuckin' switchin'! I'm washin' the windows, and you're pickin' up this nigger's skull!
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?Then why you try to fuck him like a bitch, Brett? And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
Butch:So we cool?
Butch: Starin' at something, friend?
Vincent: I ain't your friend, palooka.
Butch: What did you say?
Vincent: I think you heard me just fine, punchy.
Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.
Butch: I think I cracked a rib.
Fabienne: Giving me oral pleasure?
Butch: No, retard, from the fight.
Fabienne: Whose motorcycle is this?
Butch: It's a chopper, baby.
Fabienne: Whose chopper is this?
Butch: It's Zed's.
Fabienne: Who's Zed?
Butch: Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead.
The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
Esmeralda: What is your name?
Butch: Butch.
Esmeralda: What does it mean?
Butch: I'm American, honey. Our names don't mean shit.
Jules: I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin' ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the calvary which should be coming directly.
Marsellus: You ain't got no problem, Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf who should be coming directly.
The Wolf :If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.
Jimmie: I can't believe this is the same car.
The Wolf: Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.
Jules: It's the one that says Bad Motherfucker
Jules: Fuck, nigga, what the fuck did you do to his towel?
Jules: I used the same fuckin' soap you did and when I got finished, the towel didn't look like no goddamn Maxi-Pad!
Jules :If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
Zed: Bring out the Gimp.
Maynard: Gimp's sleeping.
Zed: Well, I guess you're gonna have to go wake him up now, won't you?
Vincent:Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in the car, or at the jailhouse with the cops?
Butch: Did you bring the watch?
Fabienne: I believe so.
Butch: You *believe* so? You *believe* so? What the fuck does that mean? You either did, or you didn't!
Lance: If you're all right, then say something.
Mia: Something.
Mia: I have to go powder my nose.
Butch: How was your breakfast?
Fabienne: It was good...
Butch: Did you get the pancakes, the blueberry pancakes?
Fabienne: No, no, they didn't have blueberry pancakes, I had to get buttermilk -
Jules: Mind if I have some of your tasty beverage to wash this down with?
Vincent: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.
Mia :Three tomatoes are walking down the street- a poppa tomato, a momma tomato, and a little baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind. Poppa tomato gets angry, goes over to the baby tomato, and smooshes him... and says, Catch up.
Butch: I'll be back before you can say Blueberry pie.
Fabienne: Blueberry pie.
Butch: Okay, maybe not that fast. But pretty fast, alright?
Butch: You want me to have a pot?
Fabienne: No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish, or like a gorilla. But on a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.
Butch: You think guys would find that attractive?
Fabienne: I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.
Jules: Bitch, be cool!
Hehe.. More to add soon, add up if you feel anything cool is missing !!! and ya 'I don't smile for pictures'. 'Just because you are a character doesn't mean you have character'.
and 'You won't know the facts until you've seen the fiction'. So go see it if you haven't yet !!!!
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