Quentin may not be the best actor, but man can he write a script.
I thought I remembered enjoying this flick, but 11 years has past. It is as good as I remember.

Great cast including Gary Oldman(Now playing Dumbledore in the upcoming Harry Potter movie), Dennis Hopper, Christopher Walken (The Continental), Samuel Jackson, Brad Pitt(First movie I remember him in) and James Gandolfini. All in supporting roles but really complimenting the film.

Not really a romance in the traditional sense but very much a Tarantino romance. The leads, Christian Slater and Patricia Arquette find first and true love as Clarence and Alabama. They meet at a three-for Kung-Fu feature and que action as he severs her ties with her pimp, Drexl (Gary Oldman). Interlocking mayhem ensues. A good watch, one to have in the DVD collection, esp. for Quentin Tarantino fans.

EDIT: I just woke up and realized Gary Oldman plays Sirius Black in the upcoming Potter movie. I need to proof myself better.

"Nah. It ain't white boy day."

Exactly, Tarantino has just great dialogue.

Here's my True Romance story which also serves as a great example of the permeability of fiction into reality:

I feel hard and deeply in love with Alabama after the ****-kicking scene where she takes on the thug to save her hubby. My heart strings were strumbed after this clear case of love for somebody. Call me a sicko for falling in love with this woman in this scene but she had me hooked (absolutely no pun intended).


A few years pass and I am working at a bookstore in Santa Fe. We did special orders and I was impressed that a customer had ordered a novel by the Nobelaureat Norwegian author Knut Hamsum. The order had no phone number attached to it and the name was listed simply as "Patricia."

A few days later, I was working on some unassuming and sleepy afternoon when this blond walks in looking white trashy in a mop of bleached hair up in a ragged pony tail and mix-matched sweat shirt and pants. She asks for the special order for "Patricia." Somewhere between the register and the back shelves where special orders sat my body started to react: sweaty palms, nervousness, a full blown case of the jitters. Then, slowly my mind caught up with my body and managed to put two and two together.

I proceeded to play it as cooly as my jolted system could. I started up a conversation about the author and how she had come to know of him? I did OK. Yet some part of me couldn't get comfortable. Who was I talking to? The actress Patricia Arquette or Alabama? To this day, I still can't tell.