The Wild Bunch

- Director: Sam Peckinpah
- United States, 1969

Even from the earliest scenes in The Wild Bunch, it’s clear that Peckinpah’s West has already been won. As the eponymous collective conducts a bank robbery that significantly thins its numbers, what’s startling is the refinement of the town in the background. There are lawns, trees, ladies and children. So the carnage of their subsequent escape from this scene is both shocking and incongruous: we’re almost relieved when we cut to the kind of classic Western scenery with which we’re more familiar.
As the Old West fades away, the leading characters of the film are increasingly anachronistic symbols of the past and what makes the movie riveting is the simple fact that Peckinpah gives his characters that knowledge.
To be sure, some things don’t work well in The Wild Bunch. The ‘buddy’ scenes that follow the gang’s frequent fall outs aren’t always convincing and the womanising has too much of the cirque grotesque about it, but the movie wisely leaves the lyricism to Leone and leaves us instead with simpler impressions of glorious failure and an uncertain future.


