We see the murders he commissions, the wife he pampers and the smooth way that he runs his business, eavesdropping on some of that vintage-Tarantino dialogue. But we don’t get a look at big, bad crime boss Marsellus Wallace’s face until halfway through Pulp Fiction. With an aura that borders on mythical, Marsellus’ reputation precedes his Hitchcock-inspired entrance. And then Tarantino proceeds to run a train of unfortunate events on his ass. We don’t get to see the full extent of Marsellus’ reaction, but again, his reputation precedes him.