Pulp Fiction (1994)

Review

Quentin Tarantino’s groundbreaking mid-’90s classic Pulp Fiction (1994) follows the interconnected narratives of a prizefighter (Bruce Willis), two hit men (John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson), and a gangster’s moll and various other denizens of L.A.’s small-time underworld. As their worlds collide, violence ensues, lines are crossed, redemption is found and someone brings out the Gimp.

The action is intense, but the nudity is scarce.  Even the dungeon scene is nudity free. But when a skintastic naked hero is needed, one emerges ever so briefly in the form of Bruce Willis. He is in stellar shape as the boxer Butch, his tight trim body showing no signs of age.  As he steps out of the shower there is some nice side skin and if you’re paying attention, as he sits down on the commode, you might catch a glimpse of little Brucie.  It’s not enough to make you die hard, but your focus will be unbreakable.