okay so okay, you ever hear the old expression "a good decoy can lead the enemy away from the king, a master decoy can do it again"? how do you prove you weren't some flash-in-the-pan ripoff artist who got lucky once? and if you just do the same, it has to be moreso, right? critters moved from the house to the neighborhood, so Tarantino moves from the warehouse to the outside world, into the yellowed pages of Amazing Tales.... into John Carpenter's modern wild west, with danger and death behind every door, where law enforcement is a sad, distant dream. you can find a lot of the mundane, circular repetition of Reservoir Dogs but in a larger space, in a fascinating universe of neo-nostalgia resell and sudden shootouts and a literal macguffin, characters having musical conversations and possessing a strange sense of killer's honor. it as well is not an action film -- its visceral thrills are a surprising rarity amid the words themselves, and can barely compete. film's got it going on all over, never slows down, and never gets old. it's magic.
oh I guess Roger Avary helped with that, fine, fine.
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