When not engaging in flying martial arts battles and rattling off plot exposition, everybody in this movie is always talking about how hot Michelle Yeoh is, except for one scene where she says she’s not because she has some small scars on her back.

This is what happens when Bergman, David Carradine and Dino De Laurentiis team up to tell a story about 1920s Berlin. A totally wonky mixed bag.

"A murderer's shadow lies hard across my soul," is a thing a dog says to a pig in this movie. These kind of sincere, crazy ambitious follies are few and far between. They need to be treasured.

As far as I'm concerned, Pulp Fiction is the Citizen Kane of movies.