I wasn’t what you would call a quick convert to the Church of Tarantino. I remember when Pulp Fiction came out and I fully admit to thinking the ad campaign for it made the film look stupid. My freshman year at the University of Minnesota I lived on the St Paul campus which had its own movie theater. While I can brag that I watched Clerks there before you even knew it existed, I turned a blind eye to Pulp Fiction when it played there. Even that summer, when I was home and working at a movie theater, I did my best to ignore the marketing for it. Why would I care about a bunch of has-beens and never-weres with bad haircuts?
Soon enough I learned the error of my ways. I watched Reservoir Dogs and was so impressed that I finally was rather intrigued at what Pulp Fiction was going to be like. Luckily, I knew several clerks at my local video store and they loaned me a screener copy of the film so I could see what all the fuss was about.
I know I am several days late in posting this review. I know I am also late in posting the preview for next week. Hell, I know I will probably be late in posting my theatrical and DVD move releases for next week as well. But you see I have had a bit of a busy week. I like worked and stuff. By stuff I mean I joined Andrew James and Kurt Halfyard on the Row Three Cinecast this week. I also spent my one vacation day attending multiple screenings, leaving me with little to no free time to actually contribute anything to this site. Also, my cat ate my homework.
Now I know that sounds like a lame excuse that I’ve cooked up to explain why I am late, but it really is true. Those few of you that have had the pleasure of meeting Kali know of her addiction to eating paper. Christmas tends to be her favorite time of year, what with the wrapping paper, ribbons and bows strewn about for her to chew on. But it seems in recent years that she has grown especially fond of Netflix envelopes.
Now Anna and I learned pretty quickly that leaving the envelopes on the coffee table was a less then bright idea considering Kali’s particular vice. Inevitably we would come home from work to discover little nibbles of paper strewn about, and a half eaten envelope laying in tatters. The number of shoddily taped up envelopes we’ve sent back to Netflix is too numerous to count, and until recently we had solved this particular problem. We began hiding the envelopes far above Kali’s reach, and more importantly out of her sight, atop our DVD shelves. But unfortunately, Kali is a bit of climber.
I wasn’t what you would call a quick convert to the Church of Tarantino. I remember when Pulp Fiction came out and I fully admit to thinking the ad campaign for it made the film look stupid. My freshman year at the University of Minnesota I lived on the St Paul campus which had its own movie theater. While I can brag that I watched Clerks there before you even knew it existed, I turned a blind eye to Pulp Fiction when it played there. Even that summer, when I was home and working at a movie theater, I did my best to ignore the marketing for it. Why would I care about a bunch of has-beens and never-weres with bad haircuts?
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