I was reading an article about how nostalgia has little to do with human experience. It has more to do with the imagination. That would certainly be the case with almost any nostalgia I’ll ever have for the 90s. For me, it was a “simpler time” that I’d generally leave for dead, if it weren’t also for the hopes of the future, and reverence for the past that also lurked in its dingy corners.
I find the 90s to be little more than a last hurrah before the events of 2001 forever changed the world, and also the proliferation of the internet completely ravaged our collective attention spans, saturated our horizons, and trivialized our private moments.
It is in this context that I really enjoy Four Rooms. It exists largely in a vacuum, albeit one of colliding archetypes with tired cliches. It’s a fun flick. Again, my only complaint might be that Quentin Tarantino needed to act in it. Then again, maybe he felt he was the only one fit for the part, which is understandable.