There’s no great mystery to the appeal of Pulp Fiction, at least to me. It’s just thoroughly sidesplitting, endlessly grinning entertainment. That is, I giggle like a little schoolgirl the entire way through it no matter how many times I see it. Every second demands attention, it’s just got some unseen, unaware power to it. It’s not perfect, the Butch (middle) segment is much weaker than the bookends, but it will always stand alone regardless. No one could do this again.