My daughter and I are already in the middle of a rewatch of Quentin Tarantino’s filmography. The fact that “Reservoir Dogs” was playing at the summer classic film series is just pure coincidence, but a happy one, because I haven’t been able to see this film on the big screen since the first time I saw it at the Colorado theater in Pasadena in 1992.
This story is going to repeat itself on my page chronicling some movie visits with my late wife. I’ve been trying to do that sequentially, so this is a little out of order. This was Tarantino’s first film, and I had read about it in one of the national magazines and the splash that it was making at Sundance. I was anxious to see it and I brought my wife with me, and neither of us had any idea of what we were getting into. The film is pretty brutal, and the language is coarse, but for the most part that did not seem to be bothering her. Until the scene where Michael Madsen, while dancing to Steelers Wheels , cuts the ear off of a cop that he is torturing. It’s at that point that my wife leaned over to me and said in my ear “you owe me big time”. She was apparently a little miffed that I had exposed her to something so savage.
Anyway the rest of the movie is almost as savage, the fact that Tim Roth spends the majority of his performance laying on his back screaming and moaning from a gunshot wound is only part of it. The characters, famously named after colors, which was inspired by “The Taking of Pelham One Two Three”, are all reprobates, that may have a gift for gab, but with whom you wouldn’t really want to be involved in a conversation.
Speaking of conversations, it’s hard for me to believe that I actually showed the opening diner scene with criminals sitting around the breakfast table arguing about tipping, in my argumentation classes. The vocabulary they use and the graphic way in which they describe their opinions, was not my focus, but rather the way they tried to parry one another’s points, and refute the claims being presented, while talking about an opinion that they differed on. I’m pretty sure that if I was showing this in my classes today, I wouldn’t be retired, I’d be unemployed.
Although there are a few scenes set outdoors, and a few other locations, this movie is the perfect scenario for a first-time screenwriter /director who has a limited budget. It’s almost like a piece set in a single scene, because so much of what is going on occurs in the warehouse, and everything else is just a flashback. This was our first opportunity to fully absorb the way Tarantino’s characters spoke. For the most part they are articulate, forceful, and vulgar. Actors exchanging his dialogue is nearly hypnotic, and this will be a trademark of all of Tarantino’s subsequent movies.
The pop soundtrack is another giveaway of future Tarantino trademarks. Heavy on ’70s film references, and the soul and pop songs of the era, it makes the squeamish elements more tolerable for those of us who know the tunes. The theater was packed, and everybody seemed to appreciate it when Mr Pink rubs his thumb and index finger together, playing the world’s smallest violin for all the waitresses in the world.
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