Sam Peckinpah (1925–1984) was the stuff of legend, a volatile and ornery director whose artistic vision inspired loyalty in some, disdain in others. Behind the camera there was often turmoil, but what rose from the havoc was a feisty, well-muscled cinema that challenged myths of manhood, violence, and the Old West. Peckinpah's best-known film, The Wild Bunch, shut the barn door on the glories of national expansion and the rugged individual. This rudely revisionist Western saw a cruel and unprincipled pragmatism guiding the unruly West; honor, if there was any, was likely to be conveyed through the muzzle of a gun. A gritty, sodbusting film, The Wild Bunch also ushered in an era of chillingly poetic violence, garnering Peckinpah the nickname Bloody Sam. But beyond the slo-mo mayhem and massacres, Peckinpah wrestled with the thorny dilemma of men (he didn't do women well) relying on the worst parts of themselves for the best of reasons. Ride the High Country, perfect until its dying breath; Straw Dogs, primordial in its cultured savagery; The Getaway, a pulpy duet with shotgun; and Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia, a manic monologue for decapitated audience-these and others were masterful attempts to find a moral man inside the carnage of civilization. Sam Peckinpah: bloody good, bloody original, and sometimes just bloody.
Curated by Steve Seid