Apart from Peckinpah's simple technical control and the cut of his script, which is a knife that never slips off the bone, there is an angry quality to his mind.

The film drives to its foregone conclusion with the sureness of an arrow.

If you must see The Wild Bunch, be sure to take along a barf bag.

Sam Peckinpah's frontal assault on the Western genre was informed by the outrages happening in Vietnam and cinema’s recent embrace of blood-soaked violent imagery.