Save all the sophisticated Yada, Yada, Yada, and all the smart Blah, Blah, Blah. I watched it 3 times trying my best to like it, though it failed big time to leave any effect but disgust, silliness, and provocative absurdity; and maybe that's Quentin Tarantino's original dream! It is the ultimate boring nonsense, and it's proud of itself too. OH MY GOD, how did Tarantino manage to persuade all of these stars to do it in the first place, I swear this is a mystery for me!

Though, at certain corner in my mind, I have to "respect" its script somehow, because its unusual structure, and revolutionary sense. It succeeded in being a cheap novel which has been published cheaply in not well-ordered pages. It left its clear mark on all the crime movies later, with some followers that range between ugly and uglier. And still it's the most artistic movie made by Tarantino to date. WAW, I can be objective to surprising extent!

But, in the same time, this movie is as dull as Harvey Keitel's face, as meaningless as Bruce Willis' role, and as unfunny as Uma Thurman is. It's wholly non-enjoyable, highly sickening, and a special torture to watch. I ranked it in my list of the worst 10 movies I've have ever seen, which makes me the biggest misfit among all the mad fans of it. It's the forever tragedy of being alone among a group that loves the usual: (2001: A Space Odyssey), (The Godfather: Part II), (Chinatown), etc.. as if loving them makes you a well cultured movie buff, and a venerable thoughtful brain! But you know what? I don't love them at all. I love (Die Hard), (The Guns of Navarone), and (The Boy Who Could Fly), and that doesn't make me trivial or ignorant, it just makes me someone with a different taste (or - sometimes - a taste!).

Huh? It won the Oscar, So what? Some people gather yearly, at the Oscars or else, to select the fine movie from THEIR point of view, and simply this one isn't fine from MY point of view. I may care about its novelty, but I won't give a hoot about its characters, atmosphere, or world. Any movie that has Christopher Walken narrating such a nauseating story about some watch in some war--is definitely not for me WHATEVER THE GREAT MEANING BEHIND THAT ANYWAY! Even the plot, yes it's different and inspiring, but not brilliantly used. Its final result was something too ridiculous and cold. It's anti-formulaic, yet produced a sleepy doped up crime movie. It's not the case of style overwhelmed narration, it's a case of style killed narration (if there was any!), to show off what looked eventually like oddity for oddity.

After so many movies by Tarantino, it's official: the man is a master of nonsense, who's so educated when it comes to the internationally cinematic nonsense history, and so creative in producing lots and lots of highly manufactured nonsense. However, sometimes he makes movies about uninteresting people by uninteresting ways, recycling the old nonsense into new forms, making it perfectly interesting for anyone but me. I don't hate Tarantino, but I hate Tarantino's (Pulp Fiction). Sorry, not my kind of nonsense.