True Romance was cool and slick and exactly what we all needed when we were stuck waiting for Pulp Fiction - the leads have never been more smokin' hot, the face-off between Walken and Hopper is so beautifully played and shot that if it wasn't for the deeply problematic conversation, it would arguably the greatest scene in history; and this is the movie where Brad Pitt became a true star without getting off the fuckin' sofa.
But Gary Oldman's Drexl Spivey blows them all away - literally in the case of Samuel L Jackson - with an absolutely magnetic performance, and you can't turn away from watching the worst person in the fucking world go about his awful business.
In a just civilisation, there would have been 20 films where Drexl shows up, does his shit, and gets shot in the face by the main character. I can only assume we have failed as a culture and a society.
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