I first discovered him in college twenty years ago, getting my first real taste of what cinema was all about. We delved into deep esoteric films, the sort that never showed up at your friendly neighborhood Blockbuster. They were directed by men with complex Eastern European names and featured content designed to alternately expand and confound our expectations. Class after class, semester after semester, we studied them with all the seriousness our young minds could muster. They were Important. They were Art. We needed to understand them if we hoped to grasp the secrets that this medium held. Then, in the middle of it all, my friend Shanan knock on my door, gripped me by the coat lapels and spoke in the soft, serious tones one normally associates with rooftop snipers. “We went to this movie called Reservoir Dogs. You have to see it. Right. Fucking. Now.” Hit the jump for my full review.