“Aw man, I shot Marvin in the face!”
So says Vincent Vega, the twist-ready, long-haired hitman in Quentin Tarantino’s zany, irreverent, and ultimately hilarious Pulp Fiction. “Why the f—ck did you do that?!” asks his newly retired partner Jules Winnfield, noticing their informant’s blood splattered all over the back of his 1974 Chevy Nova. “I didn’t mean to do it, it was an accident!” Vincent replies. “You probably … you went over a bump or something.”
