Pulp What Now?

Jess and I just spent the last 2 hours 33 minutes and 37 seconds watching Pulp Fiction. We then stared at each other blankly and confusedly for a long time. Then tried to decide if we were hungry or nauseous. Okay, we appreciate the unique organization of the film and the style of it all... but basically some shit happens and Samuel L. Jackson has a revelation? What? Is the point that everyone who isn't biblical get screwed? What happens to Butch? Why do I even care? What about Esmerelda? Wasn't that weird? We spent the whole damn movie feeling so anxious we could barely focus on the dialogue. We're all tense now. I guess I was just expecting to be more satisfied. Though I have seen the Kill Bills and what-not, so maybe my ground has already been too broken. Now we're going to watch some nice straight-forward Sex and the City.