Continuing my countdown of the films of Quentin Tarantino:
The movie that started it all. 1992’s Reservoir Dogs is one of the most exciting and assured cinematic debuts in history, a brutal but clever bit of cool-guy showmanship.
I remember seeing this movie in a theater where they had posted a note in the box office window saying the film contained intense scenes of violence and refunds would not be granted to people who walked out. That was an eye-opener.
Continuing my countdown of the films of Quentin Tarantino:
Surprisingly, of all the Tarantino films I rewatched, the 1994 classic Pulp Fiction fell the most in my estimation.
Don’t get me wrong. It remains a crackling pop art masterpiece, filled with memorable dialogue and visuals indelibly seared into my brain. It’s an all-timer, no question.
But 25 years later, in light of all movies Pulp Fiction inspired, it feels less revolutionary. Or maybe its revolutionary status becomes more a simple fact and less a reason to love it.
It’s always a treat when a Toad the Wet Sprocket song pops up on Random Weekends. With so much else to listen to, it’s too seldom that I fire up their albums on my own.
This song comes from Toad’s 1997 album Coil, their fifth, and their last before a reunion album 16 years later.
I recently saw the film Blinded by the Light, a movie about a young Pakistani teen in London who finds creative salvation in the music of Bruce Springsteen. It’s a lovely, uplifting film that really understands the mind-blowing phenomenon of discovering an artist who speaks to your very core.
It also made me want to dig up some old Bruce Springsteen albums and pay my respects, though I haven’t gotten around to that just yet.
Continuing my countdown of the films of Quentin Tarantino:
The top six films on my Tarantino countdown are all stone-cold classics, and I’ve shuffled several of them around a few times before landing on my final ranking.
The truth is, whichever one I’ve seen most recently tends to move up the list, until I see another one and the process starts again. They’re all that damn good.
Meet Me In Montauk 