I saw Pulp Fiction for probably the 10th time over the last weekend and I now believe that the movie, a darling of the Internet generation, is finally losing its charm for me. If I once believed that Quentin Tarantino was the final name in movie making, I am now willing to go beyond his most well-known classic. Tarantino is still a big force, no doubt. But perhaps it is time we took that painful crown off his head. Time those king’s robes came off. Time we saw past the amazing dialogue and the layered, complex screenplay and looked at what the movie really tells us. I recently saw Godard’s My Life To Live and I wonder if that film wasn’t more complex, more meaningful?
Was it or am I confusing Pulp Fiction’s crowd-pleasing, wildly entertaining aspects with its possible shallowness?
P.S: I still think it’s a challenge to write every second sentence in a full-length screenplay with the word fuck in it.