while the film bros have indelibly linked themselves to most of tarantino's work, pulp fiction will forever occupy a specific portion of my heart. i remember first watching this on my portable DVD player entirely past my bedtime in middle school after stealing the disc from my father's collection of movies that were at the time "off limits." from beginning to end (with the invetable skip mark on the disc in between), i felt utterly dazzled and stunned at what…

by all means a worthwhile and noteworthy entry in a year my standards have unquestionably classified as underwhelming. i found myself continually marvelling at seimetz's flipping the script on a subgenre we're all too familiar with (contagion/virus horror) by tinging it with a feeling we've endured all too frequently, especially in recent months. existential dread, alarmism, and paranoia certainly could be considered communicable diseases, and her on-screen portrayal of this codification + its resonance with current events proves to be…