Word: pulp
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...each character’s lips is sealed at the Two Pines Wedding Chapel, when Bill (pretending to be Beatrix’s father) kisses his feigning daughter in an eerie scene that dares to surpass the sexual tension which famously transpired between Thurman and John Travolta in Pulp Fiction, Tarantino’s most famous and still superior work. And in a stirring, if jilted, closing moment, Bill’s inevitable fate is confirmed by a trickle of blood from his starring body part...
Imagine Quentin Tarantino parlaying Pulp Fiction into an endless string of movies, each set in the mean streets of a different city. You're getting close to picturing Rockstar's Grand Theft Auto series from British gamemaker Terry Donovan. The most recent installment, 2002's GTA Vice City, is a kind of homage to Miami Vice, in which you play an underworld figure in 1980s Florida. You are what Donovan calls an "aspirational gangster...
Richard Dreyfuss (Mr. Holland’s Opus) and Eric Stoltz (Pulp Fiction) star in this new production of Arthur Penn’s 1976 Broadway hit entitled Sly Fox. Foxwell J. Sly (Dreyfuss) is a con man operating at the emergence of the Gold Rush in San Francisco. The mad zeal for glittering nuggets proves to be a perfect opportunity for Sly and his assistant to make a tidy sum. The screenplay, written by Larry Gelbart, is a reimagining of Ben Jonson’s darkly comedic Volpone. The production will also feature Bronson...
...center. They're quite light, so you'll want to order at least four per adult. I like them best with a blistering curry, and my personal favorite is another Pilawoos delicacy, fish curry. Thick chunks of fresh tuna are marinated in a blend of mustard seeds, tamarind pulp and fenugreek and then mixed into a rich coconut sauce. You'll pay 50? for the curry and a mere 5? per hopper. It's the best deal in Colombo...
...runs cold" imagining the wrath of Weinstein, he says in an interview. "I don't think he comes across as likable, but certainly the book credits him with taking independent film out of the art-house ghetto and into the multiplexes." Whether or not Biskind's book becomes a pulp nonfiction hit, one thing seems certain: he'll never eat lunch in Tribeca again...