By Kyrie Fisher
Last year, my sister surprised me with a book she knew I had been eyeing up—1001 Movies You Must See Before You Die. A varied assortment of films, the works included in this encyclopedia-sized collection were chosen for many reasons; whether for influence on early cinema, groundbreaking cinematic style, or impact on pop culture. A recent reassessment of the boxes I’ve yet to check caused me to notice I have never watched a film by Quentin Tarantino from start to finish. Of the various bits and pieces of his films I have seen, I was unable to stomach the fetishized violence and offensive dialogue long enough to become invested in the plot and see it through. Classmates and friends who are fans of Tarantino’s work have often expounded on the brilliance of his films—but all I saw were brutal displays of blood, violence, and foul language. Still, in my quest to check off all 1001 films of the collection (and, perhaps to also stop hearing, “What do you MEAN, you don’t like Tarantino?!”) I decided to catch up with the rest of the cinematic world and finally watch Pulp Fiction.