I know, I know, it's practically a violation of the Geneva Conventions to have never seen this movie. Sue me. The way people talk about this thing, you'd think it was the start of a new religion. Maybe it is. The Church of Tarantino. Hail, motherfuckers!The movie is told as a series of interconnected non-linear vignettes basically revolving around a crime boss named Mr. Wallace (Ving Rhames). Two of his henchmen, Jules (Samuel L. Jackson) and Vincent (John Travolta) are sent to retrieve a briefcase, but run into some difficulty. Later, Vincent is called upon to take Mr. Wallace's wife Mia (Uma Thurman) out for a night, with some terrible consequences, while Butch (Bruce Willis), a low-level boxer, takes Wallace's money for a rigged fight, then runs.
It plays out just as luridly as the old serials it's named for, saturated with color and sleaze. Initially, I was nonplussed but it grew on me over the course of the running time. I thought it was better than Reservoir Dogs but not as good as Kill Bill.
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