I have a confession to make. I used to be a rabid fangirl of Quentin Tarantino -- so much so that I went all sorts of nuts when introduced to my first college poster sale. My poor roommate ... she had to deal with one half of a room adorned with posters of John Travolta, Tim Roth, Samuel L. Jackson, and more. My guns and bad guys were balanced by her posters of funky black and white photos and art prints.
It wasn't that I was a huge fan of ultra-violent films; I just couldn't get enough of a film laden with insanely catchy conversations and even catchier music. I especially loved Pumpkin, and Honey Bunny. So, in honor of bad girls and guys who love each other while wreaking havoc on the world, I give you two Tarantino flicks from 1994 -- Pulp Fiction and Natural Born Killers. (Well, to be fair -- he disowned the latter, but he's still a part of it.)
This is Tarantino we're talking about, so these clips might not be suitable for wee young things and work environments.
From the slick writing, to the return of John Travolta, to the Big Kahuna burger, Pulp Fiction is one of those rare gems that can't be beat. It's the result of utter fandom and adoration for the craft, but does so with talent and grace. There's just enough kitsch to blend into the drama; there's just enough comedy to merge into the action.
But as well crafted as the film is, it thrives because of its handle on familiarity and truth. When Quentin's Jimmie flips out as two blood-soaked killers stop by for a visit with a dead body in the car, his reaction might be a bit more clever than what most of us would muster in the same scenario, but it's still genuinely real.
And hey, props always have to be given to Christopher Walken and his dedication to a watch.
After trying to choose between Lance and Jimmie, Quentin chose the latter so that he could focus on directing during the overdose scene.
Paul Calderone almost stole the role of Jules from Samuel L. Jackson, and can you imagine Daniel Day-Lewis as Vincent Vega, or Pam Grier as Lance's wife, Jody?!
I love you, Pumpkin. I love you, Honey Bunny.
Mia and Vincent dance.
Pulp Fiction in Typography.
Natural Born Killers
While Oliver Stone's take on Tarantino's story didn't have the same impact as Pulp Fiction, Mickey and Mallory certainly outshine the bad-deed love of Pumpkin and Honey Bunny. They meet, they fall in love, and then travel down Route 666 on a bloody massacre. But of course, they must also leave someone alive to tell the tale -- thus solidifying their fate as epic, famous murderers.
Nestled in between the infamous low-speed Simpson chase and the upcoming drug-filled woes of Robert Downey Jr., Killers occupied an apt, but interesting cusp in time. One can only imagine how it would be different today, but the film still fits.
Just like he lost out on Vincent Vega, Michael Madsen was considered for the role of Mickey, as was Brad Pitt.
Wayne Gale interviews Mickey.
"I Love Mallory"
Siskel and Ebert discuss the film.