A sunny shout-out to 70 winners at the Cannes Film Festival to celebrate the 70th event which is just around the corner – in no particular order.
I was a teenager when Pulp Fiction exploded all over the world’s cinema. Even I, though, as the young student of film, was aware that Quentin Tarantino had made a movie that was not perhaps suited for the likes of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, let alone the prestigious Palme d’Or. Having declared he does not make the kind of movies that bring people together, Tarantino and his team must have felt they had gate-crashed the party. Well, they kind of did. The ridiculously original, incomprehensibly funny crime caper appeared to get mixed reactions when announced as the winner of the big prize, but there is no denying Pulp Fiction as a master stroke of film-making of recent times. It would go to the Oscars, but they were not quite ready to give it Best Picture (or a certain prison movie). Tarantino has since built an illustrious, booming filmography on his terms, but he has certainly not matched the bravura or excellence of this since then.