An analysis on how Quentin Tarantino utilizes form and language in Pulp Fiction to criticize American nihilism in the 1990s. Pulp Fiction. Tarantino. Miramax Films.
This is pretty good! Really surprised no one else is making this point, particularly when it was a thing that was kinda bothering me when I watched the movie, but now I get just how intentional it is.
Great fucking essay. All of your points on the film’s purpose was exactly the conclusion I came with. It’s ironic how critics argue Tarantino films are meaningless when his magnum opus criticizes the meaninglessness of American society
To me the briefcase resembled the soul. So in a way the gold here resembles the alchemistical gold, the soul or consciousness. Vincent however does not catch the curve, but Jules is touched by the gold/soul, and hence a divine intervention saves both from certain death. This changes Jules, but Vincent does not care, nor does his horizon broaden over time. Not that he is not cultured, but blind to consciousness. The same goes for Butches watch. It resembles his soul. He cheated Mr Wallace in the rigged boxxing match, and for this the underworld (hell) went after him. Only by saving marcellus from the hillbilly rapist, does butch emancipate himself from his own cycle (vietnam of his father, boxxing is his own vietnam). In order to get his watch/soul, he refaces the trauma of him and his father, in the dungeon. There was something so much more important than money, that made Butch consider risking his life to kill Zed and the Shopkeeper. And that is what the movie is about - about that small inch of integrity. Not that vincent lacked all integrity - Vincent himself being cool enough for Mrs Wallace to flirt with him, and he did handle the OD situation great. But he could not step out of his character, and hence was killed by butch solely due to fortunas grace.
After the first two minutes i had to pause and restart after a moment of clarity: "oh shit this aint the typical re-used analysis points, this ain't Amsterdam, now this will win the pepsi-challenge against your Amsterdam old-hat re-used points, any day of the week". sorry i'm fuckin trippy
