A ballad of foot massages, metric systems and other
stuff.
Tarantino
has always been in a bit of an odd spot for me. If were to spontaneously
materialise a list of things that, by all means, I should have experienced
because they seem right up my alley then Tarantino would be up on that list,
alongside things like Platinum Games and Monty Python. But now, thanks to the
perchance of fate I have been able to finally watch Pulp Fiction, which many
claim is his magnum opus. Of course, I don’t know if I can agree or disagree
with that considering the fact that I just mentioned that is the fact that I
haven’t really seen his other movies, with the only other Tarantino movie I’ve
seen being Inglorious Basterds, I can’t really pass judgement whether it is HIS
magnum opus.
