#123movies #fmovies #putlocker #gomovies #solarmovie #soap2day Watch Full Movie Online Free – A family scandal causes a wealthy and powerful Mexican rancher to make the pronouncement–‘Bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia!’ Two of the bounty-hunters thus dispatched encounter a local piano-player in their hunt for information. The piano-player does a little investigating on his own and finds out that his girlfriend knows of Garcia’s death and last resting place. Thinking that he can make some easy money and gain financial security for he and his (now) fiancée, they set off on this goal. Of course, this quest only brings him untold misery, in the form of trademark Peckinpah violence.
Plot: An American bartender and his prostitute girlfriend go on a road trip through the Mexican underworld to collect a $1 million bounty on the head of a dead gigolo.
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Some of the works of Peckinpah had been on my watch list for months, sitting there in a subfolder of a subfolder. From the choice of Straw Dogs and Cross of Iron, I chose the aforetitled, liking the idea of embarking on a bit of a journey through Mexico with a gritty protagonist as we experience splatterings of violence and negotiate the thoughts of a down and out vagabond making a ran for his riches.
The film left me with mixed feelings. I enjoyed the path of Benny, experiencing how his character is unwavering in his desire to take that last lucky ticket out of debauchery street, but didn’t care much for his journey’s partner. While I appreciated the dynamic of the relationship, the understanding they both had that they weren’t in love with each other, but all they both had, the chemistry and dialogue didn’t really resonate with me at parts. I actually was rather glad when this relationship came to its abrupt end as the film entered its final 3rd.
On top of that, there was major issues with the sound which made it difficult to fully immerse myself in the journey at times. I found myself feeling I was watching a caricature of a 70s movie now and again, as opposed to be engrossed in a gritty noir-esque adventure.
But all in all, an enjoyable film which has left an impression. I always appreciate watching unpolished characters navigating circumstances plotted outside their usual courses, then watching how they deal with the inevitable implosion. From what I’ve read since, the film was one which perhaps accurately portrayed the director’s life at the time of filming; dealing with various booze-infused demons. That rawness definitely shows, as does the inevitable imperfections in this movie’s execution.
One man and his quest for meaning turns into a Peckinpah classic.
El Jefe is outraged to find that his daughter has fallen pregnant to a man who has upped and gone, after learning the identity of the rascal (Alfredo Garcia), he offers one million dollars to anyone who can bring him the head of the Lothario running man. On the trail are hit men Quill & Sappensly, Bennie & his prostitute girlfriend Elita, and some other Mexican bandit types, all of them are on a collision course that will bring far more than they all bargained for.
This was the one film where director Sam Peckinpah felt he had the most control, the one where we apparently get his own cut and not some chopped up piece of work from interfering executives. Viewing it now some 34 years after its release, it stands up well as a testament to the work of a great director. On the surface it looks trashy, we have homosexual hit men, grave robbing, potential rape, murders abound, prostitution, lower than the low characters, in short the film is awash with Peckinpah traits. Yet it would be a disservice to even think this film isn’t rich in thematic texture, for the journey that Bennie, our main protagonist takes is one of meaning, he is a loser, but we find him on this quest to find not only fortune, but respect and love. It’s a bloody trail for sure, but it has much depth and no little Peckinpah humour to push the film to it’s bloody yet triumphant finale. Warren Oates is rewarded by Peckinpah for years of sterling work for him by getting the lead role of Bennie, and he grasps it with both hands to turn in a wonderful performance that splits sadness and vibrancy with deft of ease.
Bring Me The Head Of Alfredo Garcia has a harsh quality about it, be it the violence, or be it the sadness of the characters, but what isn’t in doubt to me is that it’s harshness is cloaked in Peckinpah splendour. 9/10
Cathartic viewing; and no damn spoilers herein!
It kills me the way the user comments on the IMDb are so often flooded with basic storyline information and/or outright spoilers. (i.e., “Warren Oates plays Benny, a drunken blah blah blah.”) Everybody wants to be the next Roger Ebert (though God knows why.) “Bring Me The Head of Alfredo Garcia” is a title custom-designed to SAY ALL THAT NEEDS TO BE SAID. Tell me THAT title, tell me Warren Oates is in it, and I’m there. Granted, it’s been a good 30 years, so some of the particulars of the story have leaked out. But read any other comments here, and you risk knowing more than you should the first time out with this one.
This movie flattened me. Desperation and flies, lots of flies. Yes, Peckinpah’s films are violent. When I was a little kid in the early 70s, way before I was allowed to see movies like this, I knew of Peckinpah’s reputation. Now I see that the violence herein is a total smokescreen, a sign of the times, a way to sell movie tickets. Human emotion is where these films are really at.
Peckinpah was Jim Thompson with a camera, and he told some great stories in a maverick style. Today’s pre-fab, “hip” postmodern filmmakers are not worthy of a brutal, bizarre tale such as this. Sure, Kill Bill was a lot of fun – but the viewer hovers safely on the perimeter, like one flipping noncommittally (if enthusiastically) through the pages of a comic book. You will not be able to view Bring Me The Head of Alfredo Garcia with such entertainment-value indifference. You’ll be up all night typing (like me), or drinking, or doing whatever it is you do when your head is reeling from a true cathartic viewing experience.
Unpleasant, nihilistic fare from a director capable of better.
Sam Peckinpah’s Bring Me The Head Of Alfredo Garcia is hailed by some as a masterpiece (I’ve even seen reviews which claim, absurdly, that it is better than his film The Wild Bunch). Others view the film somewhat less favourably, seeing it as a deeply unpleasant sleaze-fest unworthy of the director’s ability. I’m a huge fan of Peckinpah’s work, but I’m afraid on this occasion I’ve got to go along with those who label the film a disappointment. The only Peckinpah movie that I like less than this is his final one, The Osterman Weekend. Mainly, I find Bring Me The Head Of Alfredo Garcia too self-consciously grim. Peckinpah wants to give us a dirty, sweaty antihero totally unlike any other hero we’ve seen before, but he makes Warren Oates’ character TOO disagreeable, so that he goes beyond a mere antihero and becomes something truly unappealing, even unappetising. Likewise, the plot deliberately focuses on unpleasant detail, and the locations chosen are presented as seedily and uninvitingly as possible (presumably to add to the film’s themes of anti-every thingness). Ultimately, the film chokes itself to death by over-doing the ugliness to such an extent that it becomes a turn-off.
Latin American moneybags El Jefe (Emilio Fernandes) is enraged to learn that his daughter has been impregnated out of wedlock by ex-soldier Alfredo Garcia. El Jefe promises a million bucks to anyone who can kill Garcia for him, on the proviso that they bring Garcia’s head to him to prove that the killing has been carried out properly. An alcoholic American pianist, Bennie (Warren Oates), learns of the bounty and is immediately interested in the idea. Bennie knows what everyone else doesn’t:- that Garcia is dead and has been buried in a Mexican graveyard. Therefore, he sets off with his girlfriend Elita (Isela Vega) planning to dig up Garcia’s corpse, saw off its head, and take the head to El Jefe in order to collect the reward. The plan backfires and Bennie finds himself pitted against a whole bunch of unscrupulous and murderous bounty hunters, all of whom want the blood-stained sack that holds Alfredo Garcia’s head so that they can hand it over to El Jefe, thus laying their hands on the million dollar purse.
During the shoot, Peckinpah was allegedly in a perpetual haze of booze and drugs. The effect is certainly pretty disastrous on he film. It’s a deeply personal film in which he director seems to be dangerously angry, but at no point does he get enough grip on the material to fashion it into something coherent and meaningful. From time to time, people have also interpreted it as some sort of black comedy, but I couldn’t see any truth in that interpretation when I watched it. The pacing is rather slow too, and worse still the editing is awfully sloppy (unheard-of in most Peckinpah movies, as they usually make innovative use of editing techniques). On the whole, Bring Me The Head Of Alfredo Garcia is a very dismaying failure; particularly disappointing when one considers Peckinpah’s talent and reflects on how scandalously it has been wasted here.
Original Language en
Runtime 1 hr 52 min (112 min)
Genre Action, Crime, Drama, Thriller, Western
Director Sam Peckinpah
Writer Gordon T. Dawson (screenplay), Sam Peckinpah (screenplay), Frank Kowalski (story), Sam Peckinpah (story)
Actors Warren Oates, Isela Vega, Robert Webber, Gig Young
Country Mexico, USA
Awards 2 nominations.
Production Company Optimus Films
Sound Mix Mono
Aspect Ratio 1.37 : 1 (negative ratio), 1.85 : 1 (intended ratio)
Film Length 3,066 m (Italy), 3,075 m (Sweden)
Negative Format 35 mm
Cinematographic Process Spherical
Printed Film Format 35 mm