Reservoir Dogs (1992)

And lo for he had arrived and his name was Quentin… looking back I remember the sheer thrill of this film but now the casual hate and cool cynicism make for an unpleasant watch; it’s undeniable that there is much to admire in this blistering debut but, tragically, there is no one to like.

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