Lesser Tarantino but accomplished Tarantino still, Jackie Brown sports a full house of his filmic qualities. Half a dozen stars unspool a cockamamie but coherent story over 2½ hours, complete with bad guys taking each other out, sudden ends and funny surprises. Then there’s the down and dirty attitude.
Quentin’s pervasively nihilistic third movie has more street cred than an Escalade full of hip-hop moguls.
Does that leave anything out? Oh yeah, Samuel L. Jackson as first amongst equals in a cast that includes a Fonda, a Keaton, the one and only De Niro, and the legendary Pam Grier. Check ‘em out. Now that’s a cast!
They each join Quentin for the first time, aside from Tarantino regular Jackson, who plays a stone cold bad-ass, of course. He’s an automatic weapon prone to rapid firing of the N-word. Spike Lee was not amused.
The movie’s all about conventions, embracing and satirizing them. IOW, it’s classic Tarantino.
Jackie Brown falls in the pulpy wing of the Tarantino canon with Pulp Fiction, natch. The lack of a real-world calamity as backdrop leaves it a notch below Inglorious Basterds and Django Unchained. Truth.
When a prime Michael Keaton performance doesn’t start till half an hour in, that’s spreading the minutes.
Quentin Tarantino’s third film proved that Pulp Fiction was no fluke. Jackie Brown was just as ambitious, accomplished and audacious as his iconic sophomore effort. Fully indulging his now favored habit of overt homage, he reached back to the pinnacle of blaxploitation for his lead character, placing her in the setting of an Elmore Leonard crime novel transplanted from Miami to L.A. On yeah, he also made her black.
Foxy Brown became Jackie Brown, just shy of a ¼-century since Foxy ruled movie houses from Compton to Harlem. Thus Tarantino elevated his youthful B-movie inspiration into accomplished A-movie greatness.
Ascending Sex, Violence and Rudeness scores are typical Tarantino. Nasty, Brutal and Titillating in descending order averages out to lots of low-down dirty fun.