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.
An eye opening journey into one of the biggest influences of modern cinema, Peckinpah's action sequences are nothing short of the visual equivalent of symphonic masterpieces. Unfortunately the movie is also bogged down by too many scenes spent watching the characters party and bullshit, making for dizzying highs and attention-challenging lulls in the film's pacing.
the fascination came this time for a balance that Peckinpah holds in the pictures. They are brutal, beautiful, they carry this nostalgic disposition and they depict violence-inducted systems. And in all these ways, the film goes beyond a certain level, it itches, disturbs, engages. But it never loses it's track, it never becomes excess.