SOURCE: "A Real Hamburger of a Movie," in New Statesman & Society, October 8, 1994, p. 29.

In the following review, Romney offers unfavorable assessment of Pulp Fiction.

I don't have that much to say about Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction, but that's OK, because it has plenty to say for itself. Watching it is like sitting in a diner for hours on end while the guy opposite you simultaneously gabbles away, stuffs his face and juggles balls. Sort of how you'd imagine a dinner date with Tarantino to be.

I loved Reservoir Dogs. Loved the suits, loved the pace, loved the bloodshed, loved the shock of alarm when the film suddenly made you realise how much you loved the bloodshed … Apart from the endless opening waffle about Madonna, which reminded me horribly of my days as a rock critic, Reservoir Dogs was cool. And since being for Tarantino or against him seemed...