I can’t seem to take my eyes off of the screen when I start watching Pulp Fiction. Sure, my eyes will flicker to something else for a while, but when this movie comes on, it has my full attention. Maybe it’s Quentin Tarantino’s genius, or the stories that are all out of order, or the amazing acting chops of the cast, or Andrzej Sekula’s mind-blowing cinematography.

I love the way you can hear the soundtrack before the visuals even come up. I love the way Tim Roth is still chewing food during his first line and Amanda Plummer is jiggling her legs nervously. I love that in the first few seconds; the word ‘fuck’ is said. I love that Tim Roth’s character, Ringo, aka: Pumpkin cannot stop moving around. I love that Laura Lovelace is the waitress in the first scene. I love that Honey Bunny looks up at the waitress as if she’s an angel bringing her coffee. I love that Yolanda, aka: Honey Bunny TRULY cares about the little girl in the story that he’s telling. I love that Honey Bunny lovingly looks up at her Pumpkin and tells him that she’s not going to kill anybody and rests her head on her arms. I love the way she says, “A coffee shop?!” I love the way she looks at him and growls like a Bellatrix Lestrange wannabe, “Pretty smart…”I love how Yolanda can go from sweetheart to devil-bitch as she threatens the patrons of the diner. I love how her words are cut off by the music and the beginning of the credits. I love the non-traditional way the credits are shown.

 I love that you can hear the radio static as the station changes. I love the way-too-close close-ups of John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson as they chat about Amsterdam. I love the phrase ‘Royale with Cheese’. I love that the trunk of the car has a point of view. I love Samuel L. Jackson’s character, Jules’ sarcasm. I love the shadows of the apartment building they’re in. I love that John Travolta’s character, Vincent Vega, is antagonizing Jules about foot massages. I love that Vincent says “in the AM” after he announces the time. I love that you are SO far away from Vincent and Jules but you can still hear them talking clearly. I love that Vincent says, “Antwan should have fuckin’ better known better.” I love the name “Big Kahuna Burger”. I love that Jules takes a big bite out of Frank Whaley’s character, Brett’s burger. I love Vincent’s nonchalant way of dealing with business. I love that Jules jokes about his girlfriend’s vegetarianism. I love the way Samuel L. Jackson says Royale with Cheese. I love that Jules takes a long, long sip out of Brett’s Sprite. I love how Jules screams at Phil LaMarr’s character, Marvin when he answers the question, “I don’t remember asking you a goddamn thing!” I love that you never actually see what is in the suitcase, only that it glows golden. I love the phrase, “We happy.” I love that Jules just randomly shoots the guy lying on the couch. I love that Jules’ turn of phrase used the word ‘retort’. I love the events leading up to and including Brett’s shooting.

I love the stillness of Bruce Willis’ character, Butch in his first scene. I love the soundtrack. I love Ving Rhames’ voice. I love that no matter how many times the N word appears in this movie, Quentin Tarantino never got any shit for it. He’s just that good of a filmmaker. I love the clothes that Jules and Vincent are wearing. I love that Quentin makes up his own brand names like Red Apple cigarettes.

I love the giant roll of money that Vincent has. I love that Vincent says, “Muchos gracias.” I love the close-ups as Vince cooks and shoots the heroin. I love that you can hear Uma Thurman’s voice-over as Mia’s note is read and how you can see the grains in the paper. I love that Uma Thurman’s character, Mia, is watching him over the house camera and talking to him with the intercom. I love the way that Mia talks. I love that Mia’s cocaine is in her makeup case. I love that it’s obvious that Mia walks around barefoot a lot.

I love that Mia and Vincent are obviously so high. I love that Mia called Vincent Daddy-O. I love that she draws a rectangle, not a square. I love Jackrabbit Slim’s. I wish it was real. I love the angles as the two sit in the car. I love that Vincent calls the restaurant a wax museum with a pulse. I love the Five Dollar Shake. I love the constant swirling smoke. I love Fox Force Five. I love how comforted I feel when the comfortable silence discussion comes up. I love that Mia really was ‘powdering her nose’. I love how she screams, “I said goddamn!” as she snorts the cocaine. I really do love it when you come back from the bathroom and your food is there. I love how before the dance contest, they both take off their shoes. I love the way they dance. I love that time slowed down for a bit before fading to black.

I love that Mia and Vincent dance into the house. I love Vince’s pep talk to himself in the bathroom mirror. I love how Mia still seems to be awake after she overdosed. I love Vincent’s reckless driving. I love the close-up on Mia’s face as they are about to give her the adrenaline shot. I love the adrenaline in the air. I love Jody’s reaction to Mia waking up.

I love the way that young Butch takes the watch from Christopher Walken. I love the sports announcers’ reactions to Butch killing his opponent. I love the way that Vincent and Mia share a moment of clarity, keeping the promise of never saying a word to Marsellus about her overdose. I love how Butch seems to attract to exotic women. I love Fabienne’s (Maria de Medeiros) obsession with potbellies. I love the nicknames that they have for each other. I love the way that they argue. I love that the way that Fabienne is standing near the TV makes it look like she’s in the motorcycle movie. I love that she pushes him out of bed. I love Butch’s jacket. I love the little kangaroo on which the watch rests. I love that Vincent just nonchalantly walks out of the bathroom. I love the way the blood just splatters on the door. I love how not-dead Vincent looks. I love how Marsellus is right there in front of Butch.

I love the chaos that erupts as soon as Marsellus and Butch see each other. I love the Gimp. I love that Zed uses the Gimp’s head to tap his fingers on. I love the slow motion turnaround of the other rapist, Maynard as the music plays and he slams the door on Butch and the Gimp. I love the way Butch chooses one weapon after another, after another until coming across the katana. I love that Marsellus shoots Zed right in the crotch. I love Marsellus’ speech as he tells Butch ‘what now’, and I love that Zed is moaning in absolute agony during the whole thing. I love that he says, “I’m gonna get medieval on your ass!” I love that Butch tells Fabienne that, “Zed’s dead, baby. Zed’s dead.”

I love that Vincent tells Jules that Marvin had better shut up because he was getting on Vincent’s nerves. I love that when the spaztastic guy comes out of the bathroom and shoots at them and misses, Vincent and Jules look around them and then both raise their guns and kill the guy. I love that Vincent is just talking to Marvin and all of a sudden the car is covered in blood. I love that Quentin Tarantino shows up at the last minute and his character, Jimmie has some of the best lines of the movie. I love the curtness of Harvey Keitel’s character, Winston Wolf. I love how much fun Winston and Jimmie are having making fun of the very cold and very naked Jules and Vincent. I love that for a brief moment you can see Marvin’s deformed face. And I love the entire last scene.

Let’s just face it: Pulp Fiction fucking rocks. You cannot beat it. It transcended all movies in its own complicated, twisted ways.