Not less enjoyable the fourth or fifth time. If enough time has elapsed since the last viewing, each new scene elicits: Oh, yeah, this is a kick! The violence is more shocking than in violent movies that aren't poking fun at violent movies.
I love the way the humdrum intermingles with the criminal pyrotechnics. The gangsters postpone a hit for a few minutes in order to pursue their discussion of whether an extra-marital foot massage crosses the line. A drug dealer, wearing only his bath robe, lies in bed watching TV and eating breakfast cereal about 16 hours after the time for breakfast. The mess of an accidental homicide has to be hidden from the police, of course--but a wife due home from the nightshift is a more immediate concern. She will be really pissed to discover a car full of blood and brain bits parked in her garage!
Tarrantino's next movie, Jackie Brown, is an interracial love story in which the topic of race barely comes up. There is enough going on in Pulp Fiction that I did not notice, until after seeing Jackie Brown, that the prior movie is among many other things an interracial buddy story in which the topic of race barely comes up. Probably one of the ten best American films of the 1990s.
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