Bring me the head of Alfredo Garcia (1974)

Everyone eventually gets what’s coming to them in this desperate, ugly sleazorama of trying, failing, and regretting. A few surprises storywise, but the qualities are mainly to be found in the details. The characters are generally far from real and even farther from heroic, but you still care for them. The strong sense of vulnerability and authenticism is heightened by a clumsy B movie atmosphere. Run-down, hot and filthy Mexico functions as a symbolic hell where death is the sole and final triumphant.

Maybe in my book.

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