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Cool.|W|P|108276642603634233|W|P|my childhood addiction to maps rears its ugly head.|W|P|4/23/2004 06:16:00 PM|W|P|PJ|W|P|JohnKerryIsADoucheBagButImVotingForHimAnyway.com|W|P|108276216112548189|W|P|need i say more?|W|P|4/19/2004 12:37:00 AM|W|P|PJ|W|P|The Decembrist: Ideas in Liberal Politics, Part 2
Worth reading|W|P|108235307925638706|W|P|the decembrist (not the band)|W|P|4/11/2004 05:46:00 PM|W|P|PJ|W|P|Quentin Tarantino: Pulp Fiction is on cable right now--specifically the "Bonnie Situation" scene, and I was reminded of something. Huge chunks of Pulp Fiction do not make any goddamn sense. (SPOILERS FOLLOW if you somehow have managed to not see PF yet)
Meditate on this scene: the hit men accidentally shoot their hostage in the back seat of their car and have to get off the road as soon as possible. Samuel L. Jackson calls a friend (QT himself) of his with a nearby house, they park in his garage, whereupon QT has a shit-fit because his wife is coming home soon. SLJ calls the crime boss and is immediately calmed by the promised arrival of "The Wolf." The Wolf is a crisply efficent manly-man type ably essayed by Harvey Kietel. He crisply and efficently tells them, in essence, to quickly clean up the car and get rid of it before QT's wife gets home.
They needed some badass mob studmuffin to tell them that?
It's not that Pulp Fiction's a terrible movie--far from it. It was mesmerizing at the time, and huge chunks of it are so memorable that I, like many a young man of my age, can recite them. But put those moments under the radar and ask what the hell they're supposed to mean and you tend to draw a blank.
Pulp Fiction manages to be an entertaining flick on the strength of a) Tarantino's ability to dramatically change the pace of the film in an unexpected way, b) the coolness and snappiness of the dialogue, and c) generally good acting by his actors. But a movie like Pulp Fiction leaves me feeling hollow in the end. And if I'm a heretic re: Fiction, I'm a stone infidel regarding the wildly overrated Resevoir Dogs, the insanely overlong Jackie Brown, and the excerable True Romance, not to mention those other projects which we're all just pretending never happened--e.g., Four Rooms Till Dawn With The Switchblade Sisters.
I'm turning into an old fogey, I guess. Most of the things which excited me back in High School seem pretty silly these days.|W|P|108172358260354625|W|P|things a lot of people like me seem to enjoy which i for some reason do not, pt. 1|W|P|4/11/2004 01:09:00 AM|W|P|PJ|W|P|My HS history teacher once told the story of the court historians in the Byzantine Empire, who would sit in their offices in the palace in Constantinople and write about a glorious Imperial military victory 200 miles from Constantinople, and later another glorious victory 150 miles away, and then another 100 miles away, and so on--the point of course being that the historians may have been telling the truth about winning these victories, but they were doing a lousy job of telling the larger story of how the enemies were somehow getting closer and closer to their capital.
What? Oh, no reason.|W|P|108166377663948860|W|P|victory|W|P|