Quentin Tarantino's color coded bloody Mother F-worder fest.

A robbery goes wrong as police have infiltrated the hand picked, color coded group.

Cast: Mr. White/Lawrence 'Larry' Dimmick (Harvey Keitel), Mr. Orange/Freddy Newandyke (Tim Roth), Mr. Blonde/Vic Vega (Michael Madsen), Nice Guy Eddie Cabot (Chris Penn), Mr. Pink (Steve Buscemi), Joe Cabot (Lawrence Tierney).

"F-word f-word f-wordity f-word this n-word-dy biatch! Quentin, does this pass as humor where you come from? I washed my ears out with soap and water after watching this movie. A delight from start to f-wording finish, f****t."

"Mr Blond reminds me of my Chemistry teacher at school."

"Mr Pink looks like my dentist."

"Made back in the days when cell phones were all the size of small bricks. Smaller than the pavement slab sized phones used in Wall Street but still as heavy as a dumbbell - no wonder Nice Guy Eddie had such well developed upper arms."

"Nice movie, Quentin, but your plot goes all over the place. Does your word processor have a 'cut and paste this plot' feature? You will be relieved to hear I do not want my money back this time, but if any of your other movies do this I will ask for it then with interest."

It is not clear if Police Officer Mr Orange is dead or not. The police arrive at the end and Mr White seems to be hit, presume Mr Pink gets it too, but not sure... everyone else dies.

Nothing less than a moment of f-wording modern movie history. This movie serves as a high water mark for modern movie making, the likes we had not seen before, and afterwards the term pre/post Tarantino entered our f-wording movie lexicon for f-wording ever man.

To be f-wording honest f****t, the blood is a little too mother f-wording much at times, and some of the scenes gruesome to video nasty standards of tolerance, but that put to one f-wording side, then this movie f-wording rocks. Pulp Fiction is still our favorite Taran-F*****G-tino effort, but this one is good in a redder, gooier, sense.

A vicious and yet f-wording enjoyable romp in the be-suited underworldlian Los Angeles gangster land.

Well acted, a nicely non linear plot and an ear amputation of mesmerizing psychoticness.

The ending, where three of them all kill themselves at once, is also interesting, although probably this is a tribute to some other movie. (If any reader gets the movie references please let me know and I'll put them up on this review.)

In the tomato ketchup all over your shirt position of pain.

Short of swimming in a tank filled with blood, not likely. This movie is not for the blood hater, and has become a fetish movie for vampires ("The Budweiser of movies" - Vampire Today) and blood lickers the world over.

The moment of ear cutting offage is brutally effective, but, sadly, we don't get to see the blade go in, a disappointment.

Gangster fashion is well catered for, with the now classic black suits with white shirts, black tie and sunglasses in abundance throughout.

There's a lot of cop hating, cop splicing and cop killing here.

It is a dog nightmare to go for a slow motion walk, which this movie is famous for. Dogs will hide their eyes under their paws at times and whine.

Cats like Mr Pink and may attempt an impression of him at times during the movie.

Tropical fish in tanks may swim on their backs with joy during the blood scenes as it looks nicely moist.

A sunglasses convention would have been poorer served. Did they have a promo deal for this movie?

Three pints of fake blood.

A moment of wrestling in the office mayhem, but only references to cock suckage, no actual examples given.

However Mr Blond IS a foxy chick, if a little too psychotic.

A bona fide classic, if a little too bloody and gory at times. Well written, cast and filmed.

The dialogue is very witty, and the movie withstands repeated viewings, the sign of a real classic.

Don't miss it, although, if you have a blood thing, miss it.

See also Pulp Fiction.

June 2, 2003.