Not to be a grouch or anything, but this is probably the least memorable of Tarantino's films for me. The only things I recall are Jackson's AK47 sell and DeNiro (?) turning around and shooting a nagging Bridget Fonda in a car park.

I should probably watch again and see if I'm more receptible to it as an adult.

As far as least favorites go for tara n. tino, each new movie he makes goes to the top of the list, always disappoints and then gets applauded to no end, I know he's got his detractors and I never want to be one, but here I am.  I'll see everyone of his movies, bad tara is better than most.  And if I had to list them, from worst to best (and worst meaning felt no inspiration, seldom humor (oh how his humor gets obnoxious, he might as well tickle my ear with his dick while the fucking movie is playing), and the worst feeling to feel after a flick...the "meh")  Deathproof, tie for Django Unchained and Inglorious Bastards, Kill William Vol. 1, Kill William Vol. 2, Reservoir Dogs, Jackie Brown, and Duh Fiction...now, his writing credits that I wished he had directed would have been in between JB and Pulp Fiction, and who knows, but From Dusk Til Dawn and True Romance (also his explanation of the audiences' perspective as the story unfolds on the commentary for TR really made me respect the guy a whole hell of a lot more).  JB is still a great little flick, but it's where I have a problem with tara, the constant fall back or full endorsement of doing the "style homages" as Byshop said.  Pulp Fiction was based on old noir conundrums and characters, and whether you know that or not it is immensely enjoyable, JB on the other hand, doesn't have the script to back it up.  It's tara in deathproof territory doing whatever he wants, and he's that good that even when he misses it hits many marks.

No mention of De Niro in Brazil?