I don’t know which was harder to believe: that I was finally scooping up the godsend chance to see it, or that–even with my exponentially increasing hopes–it was ten times more awesome than I had anticipated.
Depending on how well you know me, either in person or through the blogosphere, you may be just as shocked as I am that the movie to which I am referring is Quentin Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction.
I’ll try and be brief with this post, but I’d like to say that I saw it a week ago and I’m dying to see it again. Hell, I was dying to see it again from the second it was over. I thought I was lost for not having seen it. I don’t mean to offend you if you were sinking in the same boat as me, but I was right.
In fact, I went ahead and bought it shortly after my initial watch. I know, I know, there’s an inevitable 20th anniversary edition on 2014′s queue; once it is announced, that will be the time (and the ONLY time!) when I’ll auction off the Blu-Ray I have now, and preorder the whole shebang.
Sorry if I’ve made any of you feel old with that whole “20th anniversary” thing. I guess I just don’t understand how that might feel, since my own “release date” was three years later.
I’m getting terribly sidetracked so, ANYWAY…
My review goes up tomorrow, and although it’s impossible, I hope my writing quality is as outstanding as Tarantino’s. One of the (many) cool things about Pulp Fiction is that the clocks are always stopped whenever we see them. The time varies (sometimes noon, sometimes, 8:20, sometimes 10:20, etc.). But the first of these “clockstoppings” is at noon, so that’s when my review will go up tomorrow (as opposed to 2:00PM).
I should shut up now.