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It occurred to me today that Pulp Fiction, while certainly deserving of many of the accolades heaped upon it, has one aspect that seems mostly overlooked but that is integral to its success.
The complete dedication of the actors.
Which is to say, the complete earnestness with which they inhabit this (from our perspective) ridiculously fucked-up world of theirs. There's no winking, no mugging for the camera. They totally believe in their world, and so you do too, despite how completely outrageous it is. It's only later, when you start to think on it, that you realize exactly how messed-up said world actually is.
It also occurs to me that Samuel L. Jackson pretty much made an entire career out of bringing that same gravitas to similarly ridiculous premises, but I'm not familiar enough with his career arc to say whether Pulp Fiction was the beginning of that trend or just another example of it.
And here endeth the latest episode of Things That Occur To Rose While Sewing.
The complete dedication of the actors.
Which is to say, the complete earnestness with which they inhabit this (from our perspective) ridiculously fucked-up world of theirs. There's no winking, no mugging for the camera. They totally believe in their world, and so you do too, despite how completely outrageous it is. It's only later, when you start to think on it, that you realize exactly how messed-up said world actually is.
It also occurs to me that Samuel L. Jackson pretty much made an entire career out of bringing that same gravitas to similarly ridiculous premises, but I'm not familiar enough with his career arc to say whether Pulp Fiction was the beginning of that trend or just another example of it.
And here endeth the latest episode of Things That Occur To Rose While Sewing.