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Grindhouse gives me further confirmation that Tarantino is overrated... Pulp Fiction is great because he got it wrong. It's a bit like Bearzot when he won the World Cup; he explained the tactics on the board mumbling, the players didn't understand him, and on the field, they did whatever they wanted.
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In my opinion, the scene that best encapsulates the spirit of the film is that evening in Fort Sumner when Billy, with Maria, asks the old man for the bed to make love, and the alternating montage follows Pat Garrett as he stealthily searches for Billy. When he sees him making love, he experiences a sort of sacred respect for that agony; he sits in the rocking chair on the porch and waits in silence. When he shoots and kills him, he then looks at his own image in the mirror and shoots at that image, hating it for its role as executioner.