Pulp Fiction
Genius parody of the modern day era
Plot?
Pure postmodern art. The story follows in non-linear fashion the separate lives of mobsters and petty thieves which all intertwine with one another in the backdrop of a Los Angeles setting. Focus is upon the characters’ perspectives of life; often humorous but ultimately dark.
Verdict?
Stereotypical roles are appointed to Travolta, Jackson and Thurman in the form of hard-line gangsters and the sexy femme fatale.
Here through such a comfortable set of acclaimed actors one would never expect such an uncomfortable arrangement of postmodern reflection. Yet, said in pure postmodern style, here we learn to expect the unexpected.
Settings are saturated with huge excesses of junk food, junk culture, drug overdose, and unwarranted killing. Intense dialogue submits passionate opinion about but does not chastise modern obsessions; displaying them as humorous- uncertain. If you are trying to search for a meaning here sorry to disappoint, but there is none to be found. No realities, truth or closure bind the films ending and instead we are provided only with an anti-climatic jilt, concluding in the setting where it all began, without resolution.
