With the knockout one-two punch of 1992's Reservoir Dogs and 1994's Pulp Fiction writer-director Quentin Tarantino stunned the filmmaking world, exploding into prominence as a cinematic heavyweight contender. But Pulp Fiction was more than just the follow-up to an impressive first feature, or the winner of the Palme d'Or at Cannes Film Festival, or a script stuffed with the sort of juicy bubblegum dialogue actors just love to chew, or the vehicle that reestablished John Travolta on the A-list, or the relatively low-budget ($8 million) independent showcase for an ultrahip mixture of established marquee names and rising stars from the indie scene (among them Samuel L. Jackson, Uma Thurman, Bruce Willis, Ving Rhames, Harvey Keitel, Christopher Walken, Tim Roth, Amanda Plummer, Julia Sweeney, Kathy Griffin, and Phil Lamar). It was more, even, than an unprecedented $100-million-plus hit for indie distributor Miramax. Pulp Fiction was a sensation. No, it was not the Second Coming (I actually think Reservoir Dogs is a more substantial film; and P.T. Anderson outdid Tarantino in 1997 by making his directorial debut with two even more mature and accomplished pictures, Hard Eight and Boogie Nights). But Pulp Fiction packs so much energy and invention into telling its nonchronologically interwoven short stories (all about temptation, corruption, and redemption amongst modern criminals, large and small) it leaves viewers both exhilarated and exhausted--hearts racing and knuckles white from the ride. (Oh, and the infectious, surf-guitar-based soundtrack is tastier than a Royale with Cheese.) --Jim Emerson

The stories of two mob hit men a boxer and a pair of diner bandits intertwine in four tales of violence and redemption. Studio: Buena Vista Home Video Release Date: 06/07/2005 Starring: John Travolta Bruce Willis Run time: 164 minutes Rating: R Director: Quentin Tarentino

This film breaks at least a couple of "rules" that apply to the novel or a movie. First, there is not a single character in it that the viewer can like. They are all human dregs, with no use whatever to society. Second, the plot is not continuous, and the viewer has to reassemble the pieces. These faults should destroy the movie--but somehow they don't.

In fact, this is one of the best movies I've ever seen. It is amazing that the director/writer could break such cardinal rules and produce a masterpiece. Is it the acting? Partly. The acting is certainly excellent. Travolta plays a stupid, druggie, ugly hit man to perfection. Samuel L. Jackson is a vicious but childlike killer who sees great meaning where none exist. The others in the cast are equally good, full of contradictions as people are. The dialogue is different from any other film I have seen--it's disjointed, real. People think they are making sense when they are not, just like in real life.

There's nothing uplifting or feelgood about this movie, and I can see why a great many people would not like it or be offended by it. But it is still a real picture of the human condition.

This Is one of the best movies of all time. It is a movie about an american fantasy the good guys win and the bad guys loose.

No box and the disc was all scratched up. No second disc either. Sad to see.

This was one of the movies I had to buy years ago after I watched it at a friends house. After ordering Kill Bill 1&2 I decided to revisit this classic. Years later its still an amazing piece of work. Several stories intertwine together to form a masterpiece of circumstances. Every conversation draws you in and entertains you even the pointless ones manage to keep you entertained . The action isn't high but its enough to keep you interested. With an all star cast Its a great movie to own as a Tarentino fan and a must see to new comers.

I can't believe anybody would give rave reviews for this junk. The acting was horrible, the dialogue was stupid and the movie indulged in senseless violence and drug themes. Hey, let's bring the redlight district into our living room. It is hypocritical that the movie lampoons socalled white racists as ferries while the same directors and producers endorse the "rights" of ferries. Quentin Tarantino must eat a lot of junk food to look like that. He certainly spews out junk when he directs a movie. The pulps I'm familiar with were well written. Writers like Maxwell Grant (aka Gibson) or H. P. Lovecraft or R. E. Howard would role over in their grave to know that the modern spin on pulp fiction has been reduced to this.