This movie is a triple-serving of holy f*&^ing sh!t. I guess it does truly cover the romance angle, but it ranks so high in bad-assery the romance is a bit of a sub-plot. Clarence (Christian Slater) is set up with Alabama (Patricia Arquette), a call girl, but they fall in love. Clarence promises to get her things from her pimp, Drexel (an unrecognizable Gary Oldman in what, in my opinion, is the best supporting performance by a character actor in ever, period). Clarence grabs the wrong bag and ends up with a suitcase full of coke, which mobsters Christopher Walken and pre-Soprano James Gandolfini want back.
And if that's not enough to fill the big screen we have Brad Pitt smoking a honey bear bong, Val Kilmer as the soul of Elvis, Samuel L. Jackson confessing his dietary habits before getting a bellyfull of shotgun, and Dennis Hopper taunting a hit-man in an epic racist rant. And then there's the Mexican standoff at the end...a lot like the end of Reservoir Dogs, in a way. Did I mention this was written by Quentin Tarantino?
This is another one for my top five favorites. Aside from the mayhem, of which there is plenty, it still has humor and despite some preposterous turns of events, still feels real.