“You take care of the boy, I’ll take care of the father.”
He may be a low-life, boozed-up drifter, but Bennie, as played by the superb Warren Oates, does have a personal moral code.
Chasing after a dead body, so he can hack off the head and collect a million-dollar bounty, he comes to identify with the hapless object of his search.
His sense of loyalty doesn’t help Bennie escape his madly-swirling life.
But, in a world of degenerates, it does make him slightly less of a cretin than the guys shooting at him.
So, there’s that.
All guns blazing.
Rough and ready, Sam Peckinpah’s bullet-riddled tale of bank robbers remains a sterling example of tough guy (and gal) cinema.
Steve McQueen tops the cast as “Doc” McCoy, fresh out of the joint and eager to grab revenge and a few piles of sweet, sweet cash.
Uneasily working with his estranged wife and hampered by sleaze-balls to the left and cold-blooded killers to the right, our anti-hero isn’t exactly a sweetheart.
But then again, who is among this film’s motley collection of no-good-niks?
It was the ’70s man. Dark and devious was the flavor of the day.
Let the bullets fly.
Raining down hot lead, the anti-heroes at the heart of this blood-spattered Western exit in style, shooting their way into the sunset.
Notorious in its day for its crackling violence (and lack of anyone wearing a white hat), it still has a sizable impact, even if it doesn’t make viewers clutch their pearls as hard now.
Look past the blood squibs and bullet holes, and you get a beautifully melancholy tale of men who’ve outlived their time.
The old ways are fading, but they’ll be damned if they don’t go out in a blaze of glory.
Hit ’em with the ol’ change-up.
Director Sam Peckinpah and leading man Steve McQueen are best known for rough ‘n rowdy, often violent, films about hardscrabble men slamming head-first into other not-ready-to-move dudes.
But, in this rarely talked-about modern-day western, the duo shifted away from barking guns and squealing car tires.
Instead, they united to make a melancholy tale of a rodeo rider trying to stay one step ahead of his own rapidly-approaching oblivion.
Even the best cowboy can only stay on the horse so long before body and soul gives out.
Saddle up and track this one down.