This is Quentin Tarantino’s sophomore rendition of blitz, blood, glamour, and grit; a wonderful mash of crime and violence and deliverance in the director’s eternal classic Pulp Fiction. This is cab rides and cigarette smoke navigating an eclipse of gangster folk and beauty. This is hard ass motherfuckers who spit bullish and hilarious talk; like steamrollers rolling on fire and rock. A dynamic-dynasty of dialogue, this is the knack of writing compelling characters who talk. A coked up and endangered species of cinema, Pulp Fiction is perhaps the greatest 70s crime flick released in the 90s; a pulsating enterprise of wit and gut from Tarantino, a mastermind of R rated wonder, and a superior stunner of a film. Endless entertainment.