I saw Pulp Fiction for the first time at a multiplex in Warwick, Rhode Island, whilst studying as 21-year-old Welsh lad abroad for a year.

A few weeks earlier I’d seen Natural Born Killers in the same cinema and had bizarrely seen and then spoke to the actor James Woods in the foyer (he was taking his mum to The Specialist, in which he was the baddie - I didn’t have the nerve to tell him I thought it was rubbish).

I mention this because one of the thrills of a film like Pulp Fiction is that they remind you of how films are, perhaps more than any other art form, defined by the experience of watching them.

Fabulous film.