They are the contemporary edition of Romeo & Juliet.
Which makes me ask myself whether Shakespeare living on the 21st century would have thought of Pulp Fiction too, or not.
Personally, I think not.
But going back to my point, and here I am mirroring one of our heroes 'Bill' retoric habilities -suggesting this way you read on a 'Bill' voice-
love stories are not about love.
A love story is made under the impossibility of love.
They all love each other. Bill and Beatrix Kiddo / Romeo Capuletto and Juliet Montesco. But they do help themselves on killing themselves too.
Romeo and Juliet couldn't be together because of family prohibition, let's call this SXVI issues.
Bill and Beatrix couldn't be together because of SXXI issues, being this the fact that Beatrix still was an assassin who would kill for Bill, her boss, and the way things look like, the love of her life too. She could make one decision upon her event of getting pregnant: seeing her love as the father of her baby, or seeing her love as her boss. I guess we all know what she saw.
Now this makes me wonder,
isn't this one of the most beautiful examples on who we all are now.
We.let.go.
Let's introduce another R&J story to this plot: the unfamous 'Notebook'. Which is the middle point in between the two lovers who are separated by their families and the two loves who choose not to love their others.
R&J didn't have a chance, if we may say. As in the XVI century is not that you could take a horse and go to another city without being killed by the forest pirates and homeless europeans from that time.
But the last ones could have fought to be together.
Could just send the world to hell
and be together.
I dare somebody tell me they couldn't.
Ryan Gosling could have told the girl to stay. She could have stayed. He could have looked for her. She could have gone back to where she knew she would find him. But none of them did that.
Black Mamba could have told Bill, Bill could have changed his lifestyle (actually, judging by the last chapter of Vol.2, he did change his lifestyle), he could have not killed her, she could have not try to marry another dude.
Coulds but no dids.
I think that somewhere between Romeo & Juliet and Kill Bill, we started thinking that our main priorities weren't the natural feelings of the human being -but the concentration on ourselves as single people who are born one and die one. and how to feed and love that oneself. And how to be independent or careless. And how our life should be always complete and we don't need the most sickening awesome thing in the world, that is feeling vulnerable without the presence of a stranger who is not us.
We are all wandering around pretending we don't need to be cared of.
To be loved. To have a break from society with another person. To be ourselves without thinking anybody is judging us. To go inside ourselves with someone else's point of view.
Books help, of course. But you know what I mean, I trust my reader's intelligence.
We think we don't need love.
I hope we are all wrong.
