The CD was lying in the case for months. I hadn't yet watched Pulp Fiction. Maybe because I had heard that this was an exceptional movie and I wanted to wait for a good time to enjoy it. Well, I watched it today, and I have to say, I'm not disappointed.

Pulp fiction is a delightful-yet-sordid dark comedy on crime syndicates, petty burglars, and Hollywood. It's basically three short interlinking stories. Story 1: Contract killer Vincent(John Travolta: I didn't give a damn about him, but he has pretty much caught my notice after this movie) takes his boss Marcellus' wife Mia Wallace (Uma Thurman: that Bob! Awful!) out on a friendly dinner date. He ends up frantically fighting for Mia's life as she's ODed. Story 2: Butch Coolidge (Bruce Willis) is a prize fighter who wins last battle and runs for his life from Marcellus. I won't tell any more about this story because its so fantastic it has to be watched. Story 3: Vincent and his partner Jules(Samuel Jackson) land themselves in a mess involving a headless corpse, blood and brains splattered all over their car, and a couple who think its a clever idea to rob a cafe.

I read "The great Gatsby" a month ago. Like Pulp, I had heard glowing references made to it. Good story, but I didn't like it because I could not identify with any of the characters. All of them lacked substance. Even Gatsby himself. In Pulp, however, I've got a host of well-etched loonies to choose from. Lets see; who do I like the best? Mia Wallace with all her witticisms, her twist dancing style and those sharp heroin-addled eyes? Or Winston Wolf, the think-on-his-feet virtuoso sent to clean up the headless-corpse shit? Or Jules, with his scary evangelist voice when he recited a psalm before unloading a gun on a guy. Or maybe, Butch's girlfriend whose genuine sweet talk made me think of Audrey Hepburn. I cannot decide. No book I read, play or movie I've seen has been so rich of characters.

The movie had me glued to my seat, thanks to the unforeseen twists and turns. In the absence of abovementioned t.s and t.s there were kitschy, engaging dialogues and then there was the soundtrack. The soundtrack! I loved one song in particular; something about a preacher's son teaching.

So, to sum up: I decided I like Quentin Tarantino(all that extreme violence aside) when I watched Kill Bill. Now I like him much, much more.

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Myriad cars, homegrown and imported. Girls making out with each other. A lot of bald guys. A lot of vrroom vroom. And a lot of adrenaline.
I actually didn't mind it.

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I saw Mungaru Male today. Its rarely that I watch Kannda movies in the theatre, mainly because of the dwindling quality of films made, but this movie was worth the 120 bucks. It boosted my faith in the Kannada movie industry.
Mungaru male, meaning Monsoon rain, is basically your run-of-the-mill, boy-meets-girl love story. I've seen hundreds of those and if it wasn't for the subtlety and relaistic nature of this film, I wouldn't have bothered watching. This movie ends with the boy not getting the girl, and, get this, the boy does not commit suicide. He moves on instead. Doesn't happen much in Indian films and hence, a refreshing touch.
The script is poor, cliched. The film is literally carried on the able shoulders of the debutante actor Ganesh, the one with the quippy quotes and the always-arched eyebrows. Everybody else just about fits their role. These are some drawbacks of the film. But there are three main reasons for watching this movie. They are:

1)Veteren actor Anant Nag who plays a deaf colonel and the girl's father. You have to watch him, its a real treat.

2)The cinematography and the scenery. Have you seen Coorg? Gawd, its beautiful. Now I'm kicking my butt for not going to Coorg with my friends last fortnight. Seventy five percent of the film is shot in rain, that relentless, malnad rain that practically screams "Visit the Western Ghats!". And Oooh, that waterfall!

3) The songs. Good words, good singing, easy on the ears and hummable. I already know the lyrics from listening to them so many times.

I can tell you the ending. The rabbit dies in the end. This will not in the least affect the enjoyment process of the movie. Its funny, all through the cheesy, sentimental lines about love and sacrifice (jeez!) I was stonyfaced, but when the rabbit dies, I was hit by an inexplicable sorrow. Not for the rabbit. For the protagonist. Hmmm...

Anyway, I've put up a song. Its called Kunidu bare (come dancing). Tell me if you like it.
Here's another review with the full story and all.

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