Who would have thought descriptions like "Fellini-esque" and "Capra-esque" would one day be joined by the modifier of "Tarantino-esque?" It might have come standard industry-speak with the prominence of Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction (1994), but it was probably first raised after the release of his first feature, Reservoir Dogs, a crime thriller that, along with Pulp, has inspired countless cable TV productions and video premieres. Artisan bows down to the decade-old godfather of indie crime flicks with a reverent and impressive 10th Anniversary Special Edition. The entire production is first-rate, from the impressionistic black-and-white-with-a-splash menu pages designed by Company Wide Shut to the collection of new interviews with cast and crew, stylishly produced by Three Legged Cat Productions in the manner of vintage short subject films. Actor Michael Madsen's piece is the strangest. Interviewed at home, where his dogs and kids keep interrupting him, he proclaims that he's "not going to be remembered for Free Willy" but rather as Dogs' Mr. Blonde, the hood who cuts off a cop's ear with a straight-edged razor to a groovin' '70s soundtrack. (Graphic alternate takes of the ear sequence are included among the deleted scenes.) The gang's all here for the excellent commentary track, or at least a good number of them: Tarantino, producer Lawrence Bender, executive producer Monte Hellman, cinematographer Andrezj Sekla, editor Sally Menke and "Dogs" Tim Roth, Chris Penn, Madsen and ear-sheared cop Kirk Baltz--each recorded separately-get a chance to throw in some comments (an unidentified host identifies who's speaking). The always high-strung Tarantino offers some of the choicest cuts. "I get pissed off when people call my stuff flashbacks," he complains when speaking of the film's famously splintered chronology and his ideas on "narrative flow." "I'll let you know when it's a fucking flashback!" Later on, he refers to the threat of violence in his films as "almost another character--like another Damocles." Alright, Quentin, calm down. --Cyril Pearl