Enetertainment Weekly has an article up about Samuel L. Jackson. It's a career retrospective of sorts, but instead of detailing his rise from playing crackheads (Jungle Fever) to Jedi Knights, it discusses his best death scenes (via Fark).
The article doesn't rank them, but I will. Because I can.
10. Kill Bill, Vol. 2 - This one's sort of a cheat, since we don't actually see his death. Besides that, he's not included for any kind of dramatic oomph, but simply so audiences can go, "Hey, that's Samuel L. Jackson!"
9. Basic - You, sir, are no Rashômon. This shouldn't even be on the list, for obvious reasons.
8. Jackie Brown - Everyone saw Ordell's death coming, and Michael Keaton's quick draw was some nice bad-assery, but I think Tarantino fans were hoping for a little more righteous pre-mortem torture.
7. Jurassic Park - Also off-screen, although his arm makes a great appearance. JP's PG-13 rating meant we never got any good dinosaur money shots, and I think our nation is weaker as a result.
6. Jungle Fever - "Mama, I smoked the color TV." Heh. Never trust a junkie. Cannes added a Best Supporting Actor category specifically for Jackson in this movie.
5. Hard Eight - This is probably the only Paul Thomas Anderson movie I genuinely like, and Jackson's death is great. A satisfyingly sleazy end to a satisfyingly sleazy character.
4. 187 - I bet Mr. Garfield was wishing Joe Clark, Rick Latimer, and Karl Thomasson had his back at the end of this one. Wow, two Subsititute references in one week. Call Guinness.
3. Goodfellas - It's always gratifying when criminals are portrayed as idiots in the movies, and Stacks Edwards is a real idiot. Of course, black guys last about as long in Mafia flicks as they do in horror movies.
2. Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith - Jackson got his wish, he didn't go out "like a punk." Truth be told, he would've had the Emperor's ass if it wasn't for that meddling kid.
1. Deep Blue Sea - Still one of my all-time favorite rainy day movies (usually with the sound off, however). Jackson's death, while surprising, is still second to that of Stellan Skarsgård.
I liked Hard Eight. Not an block buster, by any means, but a groovy little gambling flick, nontheless.
That's his problem; Sam Jackson would probably be late to his own funeral.
And I was kidding about the coffee, you mook!