“What is your favorite movie?” is a difficult question for me to answer. I watch so many that it’s hard to pick just one–it feels like a disservice to all the other great movies I’ve seen. Recently, this question came up and I provided my standard answer: Pulp Fiction.
Admittedly, it’s a very safe pick, as it’s critically acclaimed but arty/violent enough that it’s not every person’s cup of tea. I really do love it, though. I love the non-linear story. I love the dialogue. I love the characters. I love the soundtrack. I even love the violence.
But I started to think about that question and subsequently found myself in a sort of existential dilemma (if one can have an existential dilemma about pop culture). What if Pulp Fiction isn’t my favorite movie?
I started to think about the movies I could watch any time, the movies I have to finish if they’re on TV, the movies I physically and emotionally respond to. When I narrowed down the list, I confirmed my suspicion: Pulp Fiction is not my favorite movie. After much thought, because I’m the type of sociopath that will put “much thought” into which movie he likes the best, I think my favorite movie is That Thing You Do!