I enjoyed Buscemi's disagreeableness about tipping & being called Mr. Pink, but it's superfluous. Joe's behaviour is inconsistent: warning the men not to be too chummy, but facilitating their fraternization by buying them breakfast. Non-linearity was bittersweet: seeing men we know get shot or killed, there's little suspense, though flashing back after Orange's revelation heightened suspense (+ I liked the telling of the commode story). Nash's revelation is unbelievable rather than awesome.
Reservoir Dogs is a film that explains a lot about an event that we never get to see, but the event isn't ultimately what's important. The characters are what matters, but we don't get the same level of explanation for all of them. I wanted more of this, and less about the heist. The latter didn't matter nearly as much as the dynamics and relationships between the characters. It's still an incredibly compelling, entertaining and interesting film, and something that I would definitely watching.
Reservoir Dogs is packed with memorable quotes, excellently designed scenes and clever direction. The cast work wonderfully together and as the tension increases as the story unfolds you can't help but be wound up into the violence, chaos and confusion that has enveloped a once slick operation. The setting of the warehouse is also a great setting allowing the film to present the feeling so prominent thoughout, that this ragtag bunch of vicious, scheming animals could self-destruct at any moment.
The birth of the Tarantino style: non-linear storytelling, flashy dialogue, filmic and pop culture references, iconic characters. But it's not executed all that well; the acting isn't that good and only a few scenes sparkle. And it's all style, little substance. There's not much humanity to it. Sometimes it just seems like an excuse for these guys to dress up in suits and act like big bad gangsters. I mostly enjoy watching it but then when it's over I feel a slight sense of "well, that's that".