I thought this film was oddly poetic, the direction, editing and overall mood combined to make an almost 'beautiful' film (?) . The way the bodies fell, the way the glass smashed in slow motion was just, poetic.
"Let's go". So much to love; virtuoso action and editing, great photography, the fantastic Warren Oates, and a battered, disillusioned Holden confronting a taciturn Ryan across the wide spaces of outlaw country and the yet wider one of regret and opposing loyalties. But underpinning it all is running men who have no places left to run, and whose continual "Let's go" leads to inevitable and thrilling self-immolation.
THE WILD BUNCH belongs to the list of crepuscular movies, like Clint Eastwood's UNFORGIVEN or Tonino Valerii's MY NAME IS NOBODY, that buried the western genre. I think that the most sinister idea of the film is to get rid of the last two members of the legendary Pike's gang through a woman and a boy's intermediary hand. Hope is definitively dead in the imaginary world of the gravedigger Sam Peckinpah. Masterpiece.
"If they move, kill 'em." That quote sums up the movie and is the fitting title of an outstanding bio on Peckinpah. The first time I watched this one I didn't think much of it, but it is has since great on me incredibly and I now see it as the great film it is. Only Pat Garrett & Billy the Kid ranks ahead of it in Peckinpah's catalog in my estimation.
Peckinpah's finest hour and cinema's greatest blessing. Brotherhood, loyalty, death and betrayal all rolled into one heavy fist. So many things go on in this film that all you can you say is that you hope it never ended. The only thing we all take with us when this picture has ended is that you wish you could go out that way they go, in a blaze of glory!