Pulp Fiction
Pulp Fiction is a 1994 American independent crime film written and directed by Quentin Tarantino from a story he conceived with Roger Avary. It tells four intertwining tales of crime and violence in Los Angeles, California. The film stars John Travolta, Samuel L. Jackson, Bruce Willis, Tim Roth, Ving Rhames, and Uma Thurman. The title refers to the pulp magazines and hardboiled crime novels popular during the mid-20th century, known for their graphic violence and punchy dialogue. Tarantino wrote Pulp Fiction in 1992 and 1993, incorporating scenes that Avary originally wrote for True Romance (1993). Its plot occurs out of chronological order. The film is also self-referential from its opening moments, beginning with a title card that gives two dictionary definitions of "pulp". Considerable screen time is devoted to monologues and casual conversations with eclectic dialogue revealing each character's perspectives on several subjects, and the film features an ironic combination of humor and strong violence. TriStar Pictures reportedly turned down the script as "too demented". Miramax co-chairman Harvey Weinstein was enthralled, however, and the film became the first that Miramax fully financed. Pulp Fiction won the Palme d'Or at the 1994 Cannes Film Festival and was a major critical and commercial success. It was nominated for seven awards at the 67th Academy Awards, including Best Picture, and won Best Original Screenplay; Travolta, Jackson, and Thurman were nominated for Best Actor, Best Supporting Actor, and Best Supporting Actress respectively. As a result of the film's success, Travolta's career was reinvigorated, and the previously unknown Jackson and Thurman became household names. The film's development, marketing, distribution, and profitability had a sweeping effect on independent cinema. Pulp Fiction is widely regarded as Tarantino's magnum opus, with particular praise for its screenwriting. The self-reflexivity, unconventional structure, and extensive homage and pastiche have led critics to describe it as a touchstone of postmodern film. It is often considered a cultural watershed, influencing films and other media that adopted elements of its style. The cast was also widely praised, with Travolta, Thurman, and Jackson earning high acclaim. In 2008, Entertainment Weekly named it the best film since 1983 and it has appeared on many critics' lists of the greatest films ever made. In 2013, Pulp Fiction was selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant".
What's going on? - Looks like we got a vigilante in our midst. - Shoot him in the face! I hate to shatter your ego, but this ain't the first time I've had a gun pointed at me. - If you don't take your hand off that case, it'll be your last. - Stop causing problems! You'll get us all killed! Give 'em what you got and get 'em outta here! Shut the fuck up, fat man! This ain't none of your goddamn business! Be cool, Honey Bunny, be cool. No problem. I got it under control.
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You let him go! You let him go! - Let go of him, or I'm gonna kill you! - Tell that bitch to be cool. - Say, "Bitch, be cool!" Say, "Bitch, be cool!" - Be cool! Be cool! - Tell that bitch to chill! - You're gonna die so fuckin' bad! - Chill that fuckin' bitch out! - Chill out, Honey Bunny! - Let go of him! - Chill out, Honey Bunny! - Now, promise her it's gonna be all right! - I promise! - Tell her to chill! - Chill out, Honey Bunny! - Now tell me her name. - Yolanda. All right, now, Yolanda, we're not gonna do anything stupid, are we? - Don't you hurt him! - Nobody's gonna hurt anybody! We're all gonna be like three little Fonzies here. And what's Fonzie like? - Come on, Yolanda! What's Fonzie like? - He's cool. - What? - Cool. Correctamundo. And that's what we're gonna be. We're gonna be cool. Now, Ringo, I'm gonna count to three. And when I count three, I want you to let go of your gun, put your palms flat on the table and sit your ass down.
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Now... here's the situation. Normally both your asses would be dead as fuckin' fried chicken, but you happened to pull this shit while I'm in a transitional period, and I don't wanna kill you; I wanna help you. But I can't give you this case, 'cause it don't belong to me. Besides, I been through too much shit over this case this morning... to just hand it over to your dumb ass. - Vincent! - [ Yells ] - Be cool! Yolanda, it's cool, baby. - Get back! It's cool! We still just talkin'. - Come on. Point the gun at me. Point the gun at me. There you go. - [ Yolanda Whimpering ] Now, Vincent, you just hang back... and don't do a goddamn thing. Tell her it's still cool. - It's still cool, Honey Bunny. - How we doin', baby?
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