"FUCK PULP FICTION" . . . . SHORT ON TIME, CAN'T ORGANIZE LIFE, WON'T SPEND PRECIOUS MOMENTS SMELLING THE ROSES, DIGGING WHAT'S REALLY WORTHWHILE . . . . THE WORLD CONTINUES TO DICTATE THAT WE COMPRESS EVERYTHING INTO SOUNDBITES, SOLITARY PICTURES AND HIP SLOGANS . . . . WE'VE BECOME A SOCIETY OF NON READERS, NON THINKERS AND SHEEP LIKE FOLLOWERS . . . . HERE'S 'PULP FICTION' IN A MINUTE AND A HALF . . . . FUCK !!!

This is brilliant, both in terms of editing, excess of the F bomb and the fact it still manages to tell the story, but like anything that gets the compressor run over it, the detail and the nuances are lost as we move at light speed toward the end, eager to stand up, get out and move onto the next 'thing', instead of sitting back, letting time dissolve, suspending disbelief and embracing detachment from a world that becomes increasingly tedious, predictable, depressing and dull by the fucking minute . . . . say NO to time management, fight the powers that turn everything into just another 'experiential nano byte', avoid 'fashion', follow your heart, hold onto 'life', never surrender.