Hardy fuckin’ har

Believe me, but my re-watching of the film, Reservoir Dogs, had nothing to do with the fact that Quentin Tarantino recently dropped by the country. The truth is, I’ve been meaning to watch my DVD for a long time, but wasn’t able to due to some compatibility issues (disc is region 2, player is region 3). Fortunately, some good soul agreed to switch players with me (thanks mom!) and now I can view the film legally.

For me, the genius of Reservoir Dogs lies in its dialogue. From analyzing Madonna and other allusions to pop culture normal people are bound to not get, the lines don’t make an attempt to simplify things. Unabashed, if you will. Still, it comes out so natural and refined, which I guess makes the movie so damn perfect.

The film also contains arguably one of my favorite movie characters of all time, Mr. Pink (played by Steve Buscemi). Mr. Pink is menacingly unsuave, and played with the right hint of machismo, helping inject a bit of humor into the picture.

Overall, Reservoir Dogs is, for lack of a better word, awesome. No wonder it still never fails to amaze viewers 15 years after it’s original release.