Monday, January 26, 2009

Shut up!

Here's what happened to Bill and Chloe.

Adrenaline -- the first thing you use when someone has been buried alive. They shoulda used a big needle, like the one in Pulp Fiction. (I almost fainted when I saw that scene in the movies.)

Now, Renee can actually go truly rogue now, since her boss thinks she's dead.
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Free10007 said...

My Pulp Fiction fainting story...

My brother, his then-wife and I all went to see Pulp Fiction. (1994?) During that needle scene, my brother (a very manly man guy) started to feel sick. He got up and left. Knowing that "S" felt sick, I started to feel faint. I put my head between my knees, which worried my (then) sister-in-law ("C"). My brother didn't return, didn't return..."C" left me with my head between my knees, and came back some time later.

"S" had passed out in the lobby of the theatre, and was being attended to by paramedics. (We both managed to get to the car and home safely that night, without seeing the rest of the movie.)

A week or so later, I was waiting for an Amtrak train with a group of classmates, entertaining them with this story. The woman behind me in line tapped me on the shoulder and said, "That's the funniest story I've heard. The producer is a friend of mine, please email him to tell him." She handed me a slip of paper that she may have written Lawrence Bender's email address on.

A rash of stories hit the news about people passing out while seeing Pulp Fiction. I never wrote to Mr. Bender, but told the story again and again, always to gales of laughter.

About a year later, a friend was living in London and working at the ICA. Quentin Tarantino was visiting ICA, and "P" was charged with squiring Quentin around. He worked his way up to telling this story, and Quentin just looked at him blankly until "P" felt like slinking away.

I did wind up seeing the whole movie, some time later.

8:24 PM
Free10007 said...

And those of us of a certain age will never forget Pamela Sue Anderson tearing her evening gown a new shorter hem, so that she'd be able to swim underwater, and (in my memory) it is then the perfect mini-dress...

Thanks for stopping by, Tai!

6:40 PM
Free10007 said...

I haven't almost fainted since the summer of 2001 when I had some dental work and refused to let a friend accompany me. I felt a little woozy on the 6 train platform at Brooklyn Bridge.

That said, I recently went to a reading event here in NYC. The room was a little warm and a little crowded, and I was standing up and holding a gigantic purse that is much, much bigger than my head (or even my backside).

Mary Gaitskill read an extremely brutal piece about a teenaged boy who was in what seemed like a truly hopeless situation. I realized that I had better weave through the crowd and go sit down on the floor at the back of the room: once again, art had almost made me faint.

I did manage to compose myself and stay to hear the remaining writers read, to no ill effect.

7:54 PM

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