Let me tell you why that's bullshit eddy

He falls down screaming, blood squirts out of his nose, nobody says f***ing sh*t after that. If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever.

When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. What happens if the manager won't give you the diamonds? (Don't forget that 'Super Sounds of the Seventies' soundtrack, either.) Reservoir Dogs deserves just as much acclaim and attention as its follow-up, Pulp Fiction, would receive two years later.

Reservoir Dogs is violent (though the violence is implied rather than explicit), clever, gabby, harrowing, funny, suspenseful, and even-in the end-unexpectedly moving. Along with everything else, the movie provides a showcase for a terrific ensemble of actors: Harvey Keitel, Tim Roth, Steve Buscemi, Michael Madsen, Christopher Penn, and Tarantino himself, offering a fervent dissection of Madonna's 'Like a Virgin' over breakfast. As many critics have observed, it is a movie about 'honor among thieves' (just as Pulp Fiction is about redemption, and Jackie Brown is about survival). In the combustible atmosphere these men are forced to confront life-and-death questions of trust, loyalty, professionalism, deception, and betrayal. Pressure mounts, blood flows, accusations and bullets fly. There, they try to piece together the chronology of this bloody fiasco-and to identify the traitor among them who tipped off the police. One by one, the surviving robbers find their way back to their prearranged warehouse hideout. But something has gone wrong, and the plan has blown up in their faces. White) to conceal their identities from being known even to each other. Joe (Lawrence Tierney) has assembled them to pull off a simple heist, and has gruffly assigned them color-coded aliases (Mr. Like Tarantino's mainstream breakthrough Pulp Fiction, Reservoir Dogs has an unconventional structure, cleverly shuffling back and forth in time to reveal details about the characters, experienced criminals who know next to nothing about each other. Quentin Tarantino came out of nowhere (i.e., a video store in Manhattan Beach, California) and turned Hollywood on its ear in 1992 with his explosive first feature, Reservoir Dogs.

Let me tell you why that's bullshit eddy