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Bring
Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974) – S. Peckinpah
“No one loses all the time” – except maybe
Warren f-ing Oates in this film (in a brilliant turn as a too cool misfit gringo
in shades working in a rundown Mexican piano-bar). But we don’t meet him until after director
Sam Peckinpah gives us the set-up: after
his grand-daughter turns up pregnant, a Mexican land baron declares the title
phrase, which sets loose the hounds (including tough white guys Gig Young and
Robert Webber). Through his girlfriend (Isela
Vega), Oates gets inside information that Garcia is already dead – so it’s just
matter of driving across Mexico in a red ’62 Chevy Impala convertible to his
grave, digging him up, cutting off his head (with a machete bought for the
purpose), and bringing it to the man offering the bounty. Easier said than done. Of course, before the film is over, we are
given a dose of Peckinpah’s trademark slow motion gunplay. But we also get some
1970s romantic interludes (complete with strings) – unfortunately interrupted
by Kris Kristofferson as a would-be rapist.
So, it’s not pretty or light-hearted but it is strange and unpredictable
and perhaps a little bit sly (Peckinpah knows his audience by now and might
just be messing with them). But then
there’s Oates with his glorious performance (not quite as stylized as in Two
Lane Blacktop, more desperate) – you want him to succeed in the end, after all
he’s gone through in the film and all that you know he’d already gone through. However, this is Peckinpah at his most
fatalistic and the point is that the world doesn’t cater to losers. Still, Oates does give it a helluva try.
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