I saw Pulp Fiction three times in a row,
three days, same cinema, same session time.
Took a different group of mates each time.
Introducing them. I’d seen Reservoir Dogs.
I was a fan. When I moved to Wellington,
I saw it on my first weekend here.
(Had bought a Reservoir Dogs poster to mark
my patch on the first day in town).
All up I saw it six times at the movies, bought
the VHS tape, later the DVD.
(It’s not even close to being my favourite
Tarantino film, let alone my favourite movie).
Last year, it came on the telly and we settled in
to watch it. Me and dad. It had been a while.
I quoted, verbatim, the first 15 minutes, every
line from every scene. Like some comic-book
collector-type. A mouth-breathing monument
of noise-as-knowledge. Horrified, the old boy
flicked the telly off. Said, “well, there’s
no point then is there”. And had a killer
last line. “So we know now where all the
university money went, eh?”