Friday, June 05, 2020

I think we oughta bury him

Funny how memory tricks you. The Wild Bunch (1969) was easily my favourite childhood western, watched it dozens of times in the yesteryear. I had prolonged watching the movie for so long because I knew it so well already. Evidently I had made my own The Wild Bunch in my mind because it didn't resemble, apart from the opening scene, anything like this. Nevertheless, great as hell a western.
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