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I remember when Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid came out in the '70s. It was pretty much buried and never got its due. Peckinpah had become a pariah and the industry was shitting on him. Poor man. But the film rocks!


The whole damn box is great. Watched Ride the High Country & The Ballad of Cable Hogue last week. Stunned. Awestruck. Peckinpah, probably only after the Grand Lion John Ford, can be considered THE great American film maker. He ranks with Whitman, Melville, Twain, Pollack, Coltrane as an American master.

PS: John Huston & Orson Wells come close. Damn close.

PPS: Don't miss (new to DVD) Budd Boetticher's transcendental Seven men from Now. Randolph Scott. Lee Marvin. Script by Burt Kennedy. What more need be said?

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