Reservoir Dogs ★★★★★

It's human nature to panic, I don't care what your name is, you just can't help it.

Possible weird take time. Reservoir Dogs is not a cool movie. It is the antithesis of cool, yet I think that's what makes it a great movie. The film opens with what is likely Tarantino's best cold open he's ever crafted, and one of the few instances where his acting isn't insufferable. From Mr. Brown's "Like a Virgin" diatribe, to Mr. Pink's reasons for not tipping, to the start of the opening credits where our leads decked out in suits and sunglasses walk in slow motion, this opening is here to hype you up with this group of criminals that seem to be the coolest motherfuckers on the planet. "Little Green Bag" blares, yet before the song fades away, we hear breathless, agonizing screaming. Hard cut from black, and it's Mr. Orange bleeding to death in the back of a car. From here on out, the facade of "cool" just evaporates with each passing minute.

Mr. Orange goes through the most severe case of transitioning from "cool" to flat-out scared, which might explain why he's my favorite character from the film. It's also its own statement to me that the "coolest" character of the film, Mr. Blonde, is a fucking psychopath. Cool is an illusion maintained until shit hits the fan. When things go wrong, in reality, the cute speeches are gonna stop. People will stutter, accuse, sweat, and bleed. For a filmmaker that has often been connected to the concept of "cool", and Pulp Fiction is plenty reason for it to be that way, it's interesting for me to see his first film that's going out of its way to diminish the concept at every waking turn. I really have to wonder why this hasn't been a full five star film until now, but it's better late than never to come to my senses. Now that I've been reminded of where it all began for Quentin, I'm ready for the beginning of the end.

10/10

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