There were classic Gen X movies before 1994, but none of these films came close to capturing the pop-culture mad, video-store zeitgeist of this cohort like Quentin Tarantino‘s “Pulp Fiction.”
The precociously talented writer-director appropriated the tough-talking, cold-around-the-heart aesthetic of classic crime fiction and made his killers talk like twentysomethings waxing stoned on cinema, music and syndicated television shows.
Tarantino hit a sweet spot most moviegoers didn’t know they possessed, and like anyone who catches the highest of highs, they wanted more of what he was pushing.
Almost 30 years later, Tarantino has refused to give his fans what they think they want — which is odd since he’s the one who’s filled their heads with the potential of sequels and spinoffs to his first two movies. But Tarantino, who has worked steadily if not prolifically over 31 years (nine movies with his tenth and apparently final feature coming in
