Warren Oates, playing a seedy lounge lizard pianist, takes up a Mexican land baron's reward offer to retrieve the head of the man who raped the baron's daughter and discovers that existentialism, redemption--and grave robbing--are part of the process. This truly amazing film, with an incredible performance by Oates, was completely trashed in its day, misunderstood by simple-minded fools. But 30 years later, I think that time has proven that it's a masterpiece, a rare glimpse of hell on earth from one of the greatest directors in the history of world cinema. You may be appalled, but you can't look away from Sam's vision-a stunning film.
Review of Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia
