Reservoir Dogs might be the closest Quentin Tarantino ever got to making a serious, gritty, straight-up thriller.
True, his debut has its share of his trademark, pop culture-soaked dialogue and quirky, eccentric characters, but at 90 minutes, Reservoir Dogs is lean and mean. The characters have fewer redeeming qualities, indulging in cruelty and violence for their own sake. Innocent people are hurt and killed, and the violence is less surreal and comic and more brutal; it looks like it really hurts, with nothing about it being remotely funny.
When John Travolta accidentally shoots Phil LaMarr in the back of the car and groans, "Ah man, I just shot Marvin in the face," it's hysterical because he's such a doofus and his choice of words tries to downplay the severity of what he did.
When Michael Madsen slices off a cop's ear with a straight razor while dancing to Steeler's Wheel's "Stuck in the Middle with You," it's terrifying in its coldness and cruelty. Even though we don't see the act, it is uncomfortable to imagine, and famed horror director Wes Craven reportedly walked out of a screening of the movie in disgust.
Travolta in Pulp Fiction plays a screwup; Madsen in Reservoir Dogs plays a sociopath.


