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Why I love Samuel L Jackson’s per­for­mance in Pulp Fiction

20 Aug 2017

Words by Victoria Luxford

A Black man with curly hair pointing a gun directly at the camera, with a serious expression on his face.
A Black man with curly hair pointing a gun directly at the camera, with a serious expression on his face.
In a pro­lif­ic career span­ning four decades, it’s still Jules Win­n­field who stands tallest.

In The Hitman’s Body­guard, Samuel L Jack­son stars as an assas­sin pro­tect­ed by a top pri­vate secu­ri­ty agent (Ryan Reynolds). It’s hard­ly a stretch for Jack­son, who in a career span­ning four decades has played every­thing from a gun run­ner to a Jedi. It does, how­ev­er, bring to mind arguably his finest role to date: Jules Win­n­field in Pulp Fiction.

But although this bad ass moth­er­fuck­er has become a pop cul­ture icon in his own right, the afro and catch­phras­es con­ceal a career-defin­ing per­for­mance that is more nuanced than most peo­ple give it cred­it for (par­tic­u­lar­ly The Acad­e­my, who drew a colour­ful response from Jack­son when he lost out to Mar­tin Lan­dau for Best Sup­port­ing Actor at the 1995 Oscars).

Direc­tor Quentin Taran­ti­no wrote the part for Jack­son, and though a bun­gled audi­tion almost saw him lose the role, the larg­er than life aspects of the char­ac­ter fit the actor like a glove – quite sim­ply, no one does intense rage (or should that be fuu­u­u­ri­ous anger?) quite like Samuel L Jack­son. The pre­lude to Vin­cent Vega and Mar­cel­lus Wallace’s Wife’, where Win­n­field and Vega pay a vis­it to Brett and his asso­ciates, is a mas­ter­class in slow build char­ac­ter work. Win­n­field takes cen­tre stage, con­trol­ling every action and toy­ing with men he already knows are dead as fuck­ing fried chicken”.

The pro­longed dis­cus­sion about burg­ers is ago­nis­ing. Both Brett, his asso­ciates and every­one in the cin­e­ma knows what’s com­ing, but it’s the wait that real­ly rais­es the pulse – know­ing the bul­lets could come at any time. Nev­er has a sip of Sprite seemed so menacing.

Of course, the shout­ing, bible vers­es and bul­lets pro­vide the scene’s crescen­do, but more than being back­ground for Jules’ lat­er rev­e­la­tion, it estab­lish­es what world we’ve stepped into. It’s a world where hit men don’t skulk in the shad­ows with silencers, there’s process and per­for­mance, even if the audi­ence will be dead once it’s fin­ished. Jack­son makes the most of his spot­light, cre­at­ing the film’s most unfor­get­table char­ac­ter despite being the one with the least action-packed journey.

While a corpse clean-up and din­er rob­bery may not be as strik­ing as Mia’s over­dose or Butch’s trip to Zed’s dun­geon, Jules does end up hav­ing the most inter­est­ing arc. Framed as a rev­e­la­tion from God, Jules sur­viv­ing point-blank shots from one of Brett’s sur­viv­ing part­ners becomes the point at which he decides to give up his life of killing. The film’s epi­logue becomes what Vin­cent ear­li­er terms as a moral test of one’s self”, as Jules nego­ti­ates with low-lev­el armed rob­bers Pump­kin and Hon­ey Bun­ny (Tim Roth and Aman­da Plum­mer). Hav­ing eas­i­ly out­smart­ed the for­mer, he could have cho­sen to exe­cute both and been on his way. How­ev­er, both leave alive – and with the mon­ey they stole.

What makes this scene so spe­cial is that Jules is not appalled by killing. He’s leav­ing the job not because of the trau­ma brought on by the wrong­ful deeds he’s wit­nessed. He’s leav­ing because he sees a bet­ter way to be. In his own words, I’m try­ing real hard to be The Shep­herd”. Deliv­ered beau­ti­ful­ly by Jack­son, he for­goes any shout­ing in favour of a calm, con­fes­sion­al style, with the inter­nal strug­gle rum­bling just beneath the sur­face. The actor was in his mid-for­ties at the time, his career hav­ing stalled due to prob­lems stem­ming from his drug addic­tion. This expe­ri­ence adds a sense of hon­esty and world-weari­ness to Jackson’s performance.

Win­n­field intro­duced us to The Tyran­ny of Evil Men”, to a world of vio­lent deeds enact­ed in self-inter­est (even Vin­cent sav­ing Mia was done to avoid being killed him­self). Then, with this scene, he becomes the film’s first self­less char­ac­ter. Pump­kin and Hon­ey Bun­ny wouldn’t even have been his first vic­tims that day, but he chose that point to spare them and begin again. It’s as hope­ful an end­ing as this world can offer, where its most skilled par­tic­i­pant can have a change of heart and seek some­thing better.

Charis­ma, heart and no short­age of humour make this one of the all-time great movie char­ac­ters, one that set the bench­mark against which Jackson’s career would be mea­sured. Now 68, he has made over a hun­dred films since Pulp Fic­tion, many of which con­tain some of the DNA of that per­for­mance. Would Nick Fury, Ordell Rob­bie or Mace Win­du be the same with­out Jules Win­n­field? Who knows, but the world of cin­e­ma is cer­tain­ly bet­ter for hav­ing met him.

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