Colin the dude’s review published on Letterboxd:
There are many things that make this one of my favorite underrated western, but first and foremost is the performance of James Coburn, my favorite of his. The man lives and breathes the old west without opening his mouth. He just has the look. Then he speaks, and has a command that is unquestioned. He is a force at the center of this film and has tremendous natural chemistry with another blindsiding force, Kris Kristofferson. I'm not as familiar with Kris in his younger acting roles, but he somehow fits into this drunken madman world just as seamlessly as Coburn.
The next best thing is of course the wild man direction from Sam Peckinpah. I don't think a drunkard has been a better director. I might be wrong with that statement. When he suspends the quick cutting action with slow motion, it's a fitting allegory for a drunken stupor, and masks a haze of confusion that sings with violent beauty. Pure cinema.
The last amazing quality is the music of Bob Dylan. Fits effortlessly with the period and his acting ain't bad either.