Pulp Fiction is one of those 90s movies that is constantly imitated, but never overshadowed. From the minute you step into the colorful world of Tarantino’s design, you are left in awe of the ridiculousness and the masterful way that it is presented.
While paying homage to countless eras of film before it, Pulp Fiction is an end product that feels wholly original. It doesn’t rely on the mundane methods of linear storytelling and the traditional three-act structure of other hit films, but it still tells a cohesive story and keeps the audience interested.
Set in the gorgeously exotic and always full of surprises city of Los Angeles, it is a modern day tribute to an era now gone. Twisting plot structure to his own needs, Tarantino weaves a nonlinear narrative through a series of interconnected plot lines involving two wisecracking mob assassins, a boxer’s inheritance, the seductive wife of a powerful gangster, two redneck rapists, and a guy in a tux who’s really good at disposing of dead bodies. Yeah, just the usual.
The violence in this movie is comical and lighthearted despite its brutality. In the same way that Scorsese’s characters are darkly hilarious, Tarantino finds a way to make the characters in Pulp Fiction likable in spite of their murderous tendencies.
