This whole thing of the, this ‘war on drugs,’ and the mass incarcerations that have happened pretty much for the last 40 years has just decimated the black male population. It’s slavery, it is just, it’s just slavery through and through, and it’s just the same fear of the black male that existed back in the 1800s.
For four days we sat in the dark, tiptoeing through “Pulp Fiction” one scene at a time, using a laserdisc machine so you could freeze a frame or slowly creep through the movie. There were about 300 of us, and democracy ruled: Anybody could make an observation, and we’d stop and discuss it. Our mission: to take a VERY close look at this labyrinthine film.
Of course there are people who intensely dislike “Pulp Fiction.” It is possibly the most unpopular movie ever to gross $100 million at the American box office. I’ve received mail from those who hate the movie. They say it is too violent, too graphic, too obscene, or “makes no sense.” Many say they walked out after 20, 30 or 60 minutes. (Given its circular time line, of course it made no sense to them; this is literally a movie where you have to wait until you can say, “This is where we came in.”)
My parents said, Oh, he’s going to be a director someday. I wanted to be an actor.