In a cinematic landscape littered with hand-wringingly earnest fare eagerly polishing its badge of ‘Certified: Politically Correct’, Pulp Fiction was a defiantly un-PC raspberry-in-the-face to the likes of Dances with Wolves and Forrest Gump. In the wake of a thousand laughably poor imitations, it is easy to forget just what a sucker-punch Quentin Tarantino’s sophomore effort Pulp Fiction packed back in 1994.
