Pulp Fiction on the Postmodern

Vincent can cut a rug with the best of 'em. And nobody fucks with Marsellus Wallace. But, everyone knows Jules is one Badmutherfucker. What's his connection to the Postmodern? Jules is "linked to a "thing" beyond postmodern simulation.... [T]his is perhaps most marked when he moves on from being a simulation of a Baptist preacher, spouting Ezekiel because it was "just a cool thing to say...." In his conversion, Jules is shown to be cognizant of a place beyond this simulation, which, in this case, the film constructs as God." (Gromley). He hit's the sublime Nihilistic at it's heart. From Ezekiel 25:17,

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and goodwill shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

I'm trying, desperately, to link this to the type of Postmodern Lyotard purports, one where the nature of Kant's sublime makes us discard metanarratives and question what it means to be living in world where reason is collapsing around you.