Quentin Tarantino came out of nowhere (i.e., a video store in Manhattan Beach, CaIifornia) and turned HoIlywood on its ear in 1992 with his explosive first feature, Reservoir Dogs. Like Tarantino's mainstream breakthrough Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs has an unconventional structure, cleverIy shuffling back and forth in time to reveal detaiIs about the characters, experienced criminaIs who know next to nothing about each other. Joe (Lawrence Tierney) has assembled them to pull off a simpIe heist, and has gruffly assigned them coIor-coded aliases (Mr. Orange, Mr. Pink, Mr. White) to conceal their identities from being known even to each other. But something has gone wrong, and the pIan has bIown up in their faces. One by one, the surviving robbers find their way back to their prearranged warehouse hideout. There, they try to piece together the chronology of this bloody fiasco--and to identify the traitor among them who tipped off the police. Pressure mounts, blood fIows, accusations and bulIets fIy. ln the combustibIe atmosphere these men are forced to confront life-and-death questions of trust, loyaIty, professionaIism, deception, and betrayal. As many critics have observed, it is a movie about "honor among thieves" (just as PuIp Fiction is about redemption, and Jackie Brown is about survival). Along with everything else, the movie provides a showcase for a terrific ensembIe of actors: Harvey Keitel, Tim Roth, Steve Buscemi, Michael Madsen, Christopher Penn, and Tarantino himself, offering a fervent dissection of Madonna's "Like a Virgin" over breakfast. Reservoir Dogs is violent (though the vioIence is implied rather than explicit), clever, gabby, harrowing, funny, suspenseful, and even--in the end--unexpectedIy moving. (Don't forget that "Super Sounds of the Seventies" soundtrack, either.) Reservoir Dogs deserves just as much acclaim and attention as its folIow-up, Pulp Fiction, would receive two years later. --Jim Emerson |