Tarantino strode down the aisle, planted himself in front of the screen like he owned the place, and announced: “Okay, I want to make sure I got the right audience here. I want to ask you a question. How many of you have seen ‘Reservoir Dogs’?” A third of the house raised their hands. He said, “Good.” People were starting to realize, this was the man himself, Quentin Tarantino. You could feel the excitement coming off the house like heat lightning. Pacing back and forth, he said, “Wait a minute, I have another question. How many of you people out there have, lemme see a – raise your hands, how many of you have seen ‘True Romance’?” Half the hands went up. The place was abuzz with whispering: “It’s Quentin Tarantino!” Looking out over the audience, he said, “Oh, wow, that’s really, really good. But one last question before I go. How many of you liked ‘Remains of the Day’?” A few people shot their hands up eagerly, thinking they were going to get a pat on the head. He went, “Get the fuck out of here!” and strode up the aisle. The whole audience broke into wild applause, cheering and screaming. The room went dark, the crowd went silent and “Pulp Fiction” was screened for the first time.

Peter Biskind, “Down and Dirty Pictures: Miramax, Sundance and the Rise of Independent Film”.

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