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As the month of February comes to a close, we say goodbye to Quentin Tarantino movies. We’ve looked at “Reservoir Dogs,” “Inglorious Bastards,” and “Jackie Brown.” It’s time to end this month in style with Tarantino’s best film: “Pulp Fiction.”

“Pulp Fiction” is everything one could want in a movie. It’s got an incredible soundtrack that mixes popular music with some older classics. It has outstanding characters that mix hilarious one-liners and deep, philosophical dialogue together. The plot is a mix of sarcastic comedy and violent coincidences. “Pulp Fiction” is a work of art and should be treated as such.

The film uses the usual Tarantino narrative. It doesn’t present the event chronologically, rather, it is separated into mini-stories that intertwine.

We begin with Jules Winnfield (Jackson) and Vincent Vega (Travolta) going to an apartment to retrieve their boss’s (Ving Rhames as Marcellus Wallace) briefcase that, in my theory, contains his soul, but we never see inside. The next segment we see deals with Vega taking out Wallace’s wife, Mia Wallace (Uma Thurman). While out to dinner together, Vega and Wallace show off their dance moves, but when Wallace accidently snorts some of Vega’s heroin, Wallace’s life hangs in the balance. The other story woven into the plot is that of Butch Coolidge (Bruce Willis): a prideful boxer who is instructed by Wallace to take a fall in the ring but instead kills his opponent.

The reason why many, myself included, think this is possibly the greatest movie of all time is all that I’ve listed above: this movie will make you laugh, sympathize, want to puke and sit on the edge of your seat.

This is Tarantino’s “Mona Lisa” or “Sistine Chapel.” Frankly, if I were him, I wouldn’t have released this film as early as he did. It’s difficult to live up to the hype of a masterpiece such as “Pulp Fiction.” It’s not to say Tarantino hasn’t, but this movie is a classic. I would even so far as to say it’s one of the originators of the cult film.

While it’s difficult to summarize all of the great things about “Pulp Fiction,” I will leave you with a question. Do you know what they call a “Quarter Pounder with Cheese” in Paris?