This sensational Peckinpah epic is seasoned with the fat and gristle that was shaved off of the director’s more respectable works. With gratuitious nudity, vioence, and some frightful day for night photography, Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia is a half skip away from joining the exploitation genre. The protagonist is a boozing, debaucherous wreck on a selfish quest for money. However, after a devastating midpoint crisis, the film transforms him into a force of nature, hollowed out by grief, driving his Cadillac on a bloodthirsty odyssey of redemption. It’s lazily photographed and crude, but it’s an icon of Sam Peckinpah’s maddened vision, and the only one left alone by the studios.