“I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance
good……”
And saying that aforesaid line, she took the floor. Ah, what
a vision this woman was. That dove-white crisp shirt was complimenting her posture
without her being aware of that. Like a breeze in its full degree of freedom,
she moved her legs to the beats of ‘You Never Can Tell’ by Chuck Berry. She was
oozing glamour and panache that pierced right through the viewers’ hearts and
babbling a thousand words that broke the ‘awkward silence’ all over. Yeah, I am
talking of Marsellus Wallace’s wife, Mia and the famous “Dancing Scene”. Do you
realize how much time has passed since you watched her tap her feet for the
very first time? Well, that will be exact TWENTY YEARS! That long eh? Well, you
know how the saying goes, “Art is timeless”. And a Pulp Fiction-y one
definitely is.
20 years seem quite a mark. It’s been 20 years since the
silver screens of USA witnessed a never-seen-before Tarantinolized phenomenon
that vehemently transformed independent cinema for generations to come and the
impact of which hasn't tend to wane an ounce after all these years.
On October 14, 1994,
a crime comedy masterpiece titled “Pulp Fiction” was released in American
theaters and subsequently worldwide and the rest is history yet in making. The
magnitude of Pulp Fiction can not be constrained within a narrow profit-loss
Box-office report. With its release, the movie-goers’ world saw something that
does not occasionally make itself known. The avant-garde storytelling and
ground-breaking themes and narrative made this film a cult fiction that has instituted
its own genre of exceptional filmmaking. After 20 years, I won’t shrink back to
state that this epic film will always be one of my most cherished films of all
time and I won’t mind a bazillion rewatches to affirm that .
Pulp Fiction was director Quentin Tarantino’s ambitious
project which he had developed over a year during his stay in Amsterdam . A modest apartment, a deep-rooted
passion, and snippets of ideas- History tells us that this is everything that a
writer needs to be unimaginably great or pathetically bust. What became of then
30 year old Tarantino is known to all. So that was how Pulp Fiction was being made,
in the form of several pages of notebooks and scraps of handwritten jotted
plots. However as things soon fell in place, all the seemingly discrete words
and lines were intertwined to present what we today know as Pulp Fiction. When
the film was released leading review portals of USA came into an almost unanimous
verdict- This film grips you like a power shot of adrenaline and you cannot
shrug off the hang that easily.
It seemed the whole American film industry was structurally
reinvented by its arrival. Tarantino continued his obsession over distinctive story-telling,
disjointed narrative, pop culture references, intense violence, drug cartels,
mob gangs and vigorous swearing from his previous directorial “Reservoir Dogs”
to “Pulp Fiction”. All the badass Bible quoting, gun blazes, booms, “a Royale
with Cheese”, “English Motherfu****” opne-liners have chipped in our minds the
countless memories that we easily associate with this classic directorial. This
film was outrightly smashing all scales of hitherto accepted medians of
filmmaking and we simply loved it that way. Ain’t so!
Pulp Fiction not only made loads of green and also won the
Palme d’Or at the Cannes Film Festival that very year. It kickstarted
the career graph for lead actors John Travolta, Samuel L. Jackson and Uma
Thurman and Tarantino was nothing short of a visionary among the bandwagon of young
directors.
Honestly, a single post or a couple of follow-ups will never
be sufficient to cover the true genius of this film. At its 20th
glorious Anniversary all I can do is be absolutely shut up in sheer admiration
of it. Not every film gets to be a household name throughout the globe and gets
quoted every once in a while. After all these years, its relevance has not
rusted an inch. If this is too much of a nostalgia alert for you, then just
have a rewatch already. I know I am having one.
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