Pulp Fiction: The Curious Case of the Case

Pulp Fiction (1994) is one of the most talked about and magnum opus among all the crime cinemas which are released in last 30 years. Every scene just poised you for a moment where you develop the kind of  famishment until you realize that you need to consume more and more every time you watch it. Be it Vincent's counterpoint personality where he plays a hit man yet fantasize about cop life style by reading Modesty Blaise comic strip, or the act of god mark by Jules Winnfield which forces him to drive his life towards nirvana, there is every little detail in the movie which falls into place just right and you are not gratified even after the movie is finished. You just want to know more and think about those lovely details more. 

There is one thing in the movie which leaves many questions to answer. What was in that case? There are many theories floating on Internet with some interesting remarks, some with illogical hypothesis, and some with hilarious reasoning. I would like to share my theory.

I don't know why but it makes me to reach to a conclusion where I want to believe that there is no Gold Bricks or Diamonds in the case, but, some sort of antique or historic piece. That's because anyone who opens it, is astonished by the thing inside it and in their eyes you see a kind of exclamation which one can only get on seeing a captivating and resplendent beautiful piece. So it was not greediness that you see in their eyes. So we need to have things which are artistically significant or historical important. May be something similar to a piece-of-museum. 

Now here is the thing, since it belongs to Mr. Wallace and Mrs. Wallace (Mia) being a big big Elvis fan, it leads me to believe that the suitcase has the golden suit of Elvis. (Read The Story of Elvis Presley’s Gold Lamé Suit )

Now the question is how did I came to this conclusion ? Well, think about the last diner scene when Jules opens the case in front of Ringo. There is an interesting conversation:

Ringo: Is that what I think it is?

Jules: Mm..mm

Ringo: It's Beautiful..

Surely the thing that leaves Ringo spellbound should be some unique antique item or historic material.

 The golden suit is actually seen in the movie... Don't believe me ? See this yourself (on far right)

The Name is Pool, Dead Pool

I’ve started to think there is a reason I begun this movie-blog some months ago. And that’s not because I was bored-to-death-and-thriving-to-do-at-least-one-coolest-thing in my life. And also the intention of this blog was not to tell you about what happened to Frodo’s fucking ring or how miserably bad Ben Affleck was in Daredevil. It was about fanism and love for an out-of-the-box dark neo-noir hard hitting cinema. And I want to tell you something. Yes, YOU! My rarest-of-the-rare and coolest reader, you know dark-cinemas are the most beautiful thing and when you find it the whole world tastes like daffodil daydream. So, it’s one thing you got to do. You got to hold on to them – TIGHT and Never-Let-It-Go. And not to make the same mistake as I did ‘coz the whole world would taste like Mama June after the hot yoga. And don’t ask me what Miss Mama June tastes like ‘because it’s like two hobos fucking in a shoe filled with piss. OK, enough! The point is that the Christmas is far out and I’ve to make a blog entry about one coolest movie on my naughty list. I’m waiting for this like 4 months 3 weeks 4 days, 14 hours and 5 minutes to explain you what it did to me. And what exactly that movie did to me?

BOOM!

Oops, I almost forgot to warn you! Fan-Spoiler alert! Yeah, Sorry about that. Out of the shitload of things I loved about the movie Deadpool, one thing that stands out is the kind of tranquility and assuredness it carries. Although there are scenes featuring several head shots, where itty-bitty pieces of skulls are flying and falling around, ninja swords cutting human flesh into pork chops and making a fucking kebab, highly perturbing swords and tube stabbing scenes, genital references in a most casual way and some rough and kinky sex. But still there is a sense of easiness around, thanks to Mr. Deadpool who is totally Merc with a mouth, talkative and tendency to break the fourth wall, which is used by writers to the best humorous effect. (Hey, are you still on the kinky sex line?) To tell you more about the protagonist and his love interest, they both have a pretty mournful childhood and a strained son-father or daughter-father relationship as in the latter’s case. Still, unlike, Spiderman, Batman and rest other superheroes they both don’t keep crying around instead they keep calm and chill the fuck out of themselves from Halloween to Christmas and New Year to all the way to Thanks Giving. OK! Cue the music…

Speaking of the sense of humor of Mr. Pool he is as witty as Tony Stark and as prompt and agile as Spider-man when it comes to one liners. It’s almost like he is the combination of both, but what you will be seeing and remembering after getting out from the cinema hall is he is none but Dead-fucking-pool in the end of the day. You betcha! He doesn’t leave a single moment to take a dig on X-men, Wolverine, Green Lantern, Batman-Robin, and Avengers. I can easily spill out some gags from the movie here.

Colossus: We’re taking you to the Professor

Deadpool: McAvoy or Stewart? O God! This whole timeline is so confusing.

(Seeing Colossus and Mega-sonic in X-men mansion)

Deadpool: Only two of you living in a mansion this big? It’s almost like Fox Studio couldn’t afford to have any more X-Men.

And the best part is he doesn’t even leave a chance to take a dig at his own history (green lantern and x-men)

Deadpool/Wade Wilson: Hey just make sure the color is not green and not animated!

Even though his appearance after the mutation is like Ryan Reynolds’s melting wax statue in Madam Tusad’s museum that has been pissed over by every audience that came to see him, but this never comes in between us, because his venereal remarks glues us to the screen and before we understand his trademark sarcastic one-liners there is another coming through. Of course, since it is a superhero movie there are some superhero movie clichés but it treats those clichés with its own unique brew of insane depravity and in the process, carves itself a giant, bloody and perverted niche. Example? If you ask… here is the one. 

Colossus: Do you have the OFF-switch?

Deadpool: Yea right next to the prostate or is it the ON-switch!

OK! Time to make the chimi-fucking-changas!

 

Firstly, as you know Deadpool is no superhero. He’s an anti - hero. He is not like other superheroes who always wins in the end, whether he’s trying to save his friends, discover his past or even make a quick dollar to pay his rent, Deadpool just can’t catch the break. Plans backfire, friends die, and every day he seems to lose more ground in the battle for his sanity. Moreover, there isn’t any moral ambiguity to his character. He is just a villain. He bends and breaks rules that guide more mainstream heroes. He is happy to call himself a villain than a superhero and as Mr. Wade Wilson pro-cons the super hero thing in the movie itself. Speaking about the Pro – They pull down a gaggle of ass, local dry cleaning discounts, lucrative film deal both origin stories and larger ensemble team movies. Con – they’re lame – ass teacher’s pets! And my word, Deadpool is way way far from that and for the record, he is super but he’s nooooo hero. 

Ah, shhhhhiit. Did I leave the stove on?

 

Deadpool is a cannibalistic mercenary like Beatrix Kiddo from the Kill Bill (2003-04) series and is undoubtedly the worst mercenary ever, but, on a demarcation he is not carrying a People-to-kill list. He kills people for money to alleviate boredom and only occasionally does the “right” thing. And most importantly, he doesn’t believe in altruism, he does what he wants as he has no one to answer to and no one to see through. 

          Now, you might be wondering that you are too cool to read a movie blog about Deadpool like this and you can be anywhere than here. ‘Coz you’re more about sullen silences followed by a mean comment and then more silences…So now since I’m finished what’s it going to be, sullen silence or mean comment?