Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs takes place in a static location, a warehouse, and re-tells its story through the wounds of its characters and the conflicts of choice they debate about. Paranoid, hate-drive, rowdy, and self-interested only partly describes the emotions of the hit-men rendezvousing at the safe warehouse; among them is Harvery Keitel as Mr. White, Tim Roth as Mr. Orange, Michael Madsen as Mr. Blonde, and Steve Buscemi as Mr. Pink.
The film is a great compilation of actors with a clear future, but is not at a level to compare it to great mobster flicks; well-executed and brimming with Tarantino’s dialogue, but still with the feeling of an outsider looking it, the film adds no knowledge to the business of the mob, but creates a scene with style and excitement. The black-suits and sympathetic characters are a welcome addition to the guiltless genre, particularly Harvey Keitel’s fatherly character.
The Jewelry heist that happens before the rendesvous, which is shown in maniacal flashbacks in the midst of the heist, is an interesting choice from the director; some would say if your staging it from one place, understand it all just that one place. But the flashbacks reveal how it happened and how the characters reacted to it, which essentially is very key to show for the plot of Reservoir Dogs.
The heist is organized by Joe Cabot, a large bald hoarse-talker, alongside his son, Nice Guy Eddie Cabot, played by Sean Penn, who is really a funny persona of confidence and demands; he simply insures that the jobs his daddy demands go through smoothly, doesn’t actually perform any aspect of the heist, or at least we aren’t told he does.
The film ends on a conclusive point, a wrap-up like a Hitchcock tale, and keeps its structure precise and calculated by the screenplay’s demand; a taut, entertaining look at a one-job heist and who ultimately gets away with what they wanted.