In Pulp Fiction, Tarantino examines the world of bottom-feeders -- killers, used-up fighters, and drug dealers -- who, similar to a Bresson film, are either doomed or redeemed. Tarantino's flash and style are all tools to the end, not the end itself. So if the minimalist stylist Bresson had been hired by Roger Corman and told to make any film he wanted as long as it has some plot, violence, action, and a little frontal nudity, he might have made Pulp Fiction or Jackie Brown (The biggest difference between the directors is that Bresson believed in predestination while Tarantino believes in secular redemption). What I'm arguing is that what we have come to see as Tarantinoisms are simply cinematic affectations (though often spectacular ones), when at the heart and soul of his work is a strong moral vision conveyed through character and dialogue.
This was brought home at the recent Austin Film Society benefit screening of Jackie Brown hosted by Tarantino (one of three premieres he attended -- L.A., N.Y., and Austin) with Richard Linklater, Robert Rodriguez, and Mike Judge presenting (with the renowned Harry Knowles in the audience). The film -- only Tarantino's third directoral outing, as he reminded us -- is a leisurely blaxploitation film based on Elmore Leonard's novel Rum Punch.
Jackie Brown also looks at belief and redemption. A surprisingly contemplative film, it displays the characterization for which Tarantino has been famous without the spectacular cinematic set pieces of which there are so many in Pulp Fiction. The story is astonishing -- imagine a mature and sophisticated look at the characters from a generic blaxploitation film 20 years later. This is a film about who people think they are now in their lives, in the context of who they once thought they were going to be (who they are now in light of who they once thought they would be when they reached this point in their lives). It is about acceptance but not resignation, about dreams, but with ambitions dramatically lowered.
The criticism of the film will focus on its length and on it not being Pulp Fiction 2. The length is a problem; it is long, it drags in places, but this is leisurely storytelling that depends on varying speeds and tones for its success. The "too muchness" is part of the charm of Jackie Brown -- I would have it longer rather than shorter.
It isn't Pulp Fiction 2. Tarantino warned us of that before the film but I didn't realize completely what he meant until the stunning final shot of Pam Grier's face (and this is a movie told in faces). The whole film leads to that one face, Grier's face, and to the world that face has seen.
Shorn of Pulp Fiction's extravagances, what is surprising is how similar the films are, not in narrative or tone, but in moral vision. During the great Sam Peckinpah's heyday, he would be trashed by critics for his excessively violent movies. Yet between 1965 and 1971, he made the violent ballet The Wild Bunch (critically controversial with a lot written about it) and the more elegiac The Ballad of Cable Hogue (which was ignored. Admittedly this movie, which is often wonderful, features the excruciating song "Butterfly Mornings" ["...and wildflower afternoons"]), he made the brutal Straw Dogs (critically controversial with much written about it) and the equally elegiac Junior Bonner (again ignored). While decrying "Bloody Sam," the only times Peckinpah was written about were when his films were ultra-violent.
Tarantino has made another great movie, exploring the same themes as Pulp Fiction but in an entirely different way with an entirely different tone. This isn't really a review; I'm friendly with Tarantino and have given up film reviewing. But, damn, his work is exciting -- intellectually and cinematically. In Jackie Brown, the performances are amazing, the dialogue brilliant (nobody writes dialogue like Tarantino), Pam Grier's lead drives the film in a way women are rarely allowed to. I can't wait to see Jackie Brown again. In the meantime, I've watched Pulp Fiction twice.
This is our last issue of the year. In many ways, it has been an amazing year. This paper you hold comes from us to you each week as a kind of bonding of reader and staffer. This paper is "we," it comes out of the heart of our community. All of us -- our staff, freelancers, friends, and family -- wish you -- our readers, advertisers, and friends -- the best possible holiday season and a terrific 1998. (On a sadder note, the staff would like to offer our condolences to Mayor Kirk Watson, who has also had an amazing year, on the recent loss of his father.)
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