Sam Peckinpah spent his career fighting against the
Hollywood studio system to make his own distinctive brand of films. Out of all
the ones he made only on Bring Me theHead of Alfredo Garcia (1974) was he given final cut privileges. The film
is the epitome of a grungy nihilism that was in vogue with many American
filmmakers during the 1970s with Peckinpah leading the charge in 1969 with the
explosive deconstruction of the western that was The Wild Bunch. Coupled with his love affair with the country of
Mexico, the veteran director created a deeply personal film that alienated
critics and mainstream audiences alike back in the day, but has gone on to
become one of his most highly regarded films.
The film begins with an image of idyllic beauty: a young,
pregnant Mexican girl suns herself on the bank of a river. This is quickly
shattered by a brutal scene where said girl is tortured by her land baron
father, known as El Jefe (Emilio Fernandez), until she reveals the name of the
man responsible: Alfredo Garcia. This is achieved by the breaking of her arm
and Peckinpah makes sure he rubs our noses in the ugliness of the act, complete
with the sickening snap, which sounds like a branch breaking.
Feeling that he was betrayed by Garcia (“He was like a
son to me.”), El Jefe issues a bounty: a million dollars to whoever can deliver
the head of Garcia to him. And so, he sets in motion a series of events that
will have bloody, tragic consequences. Two rich businessmen (Gig Young and Robert Webber) search every town and small village for any signs of the man. One day,
they happen by a small-town bar where they catch the eye of Bennie (Warren Oates),
the bartender who likes the color of their money. We meet him playing piano and
at first glance Warren Oates resembles a scuzzier version of Tom Waits during the
Nighthawks at the Diner phase of his
career. The actor exudes a sleazy charm that is a lot of fun to watch,
especially when he talks sports with the two rich businessmen.
Bennie asks around and finds out that his girlfriend Elita
(Isela Vega) once had Garcia as a customer when she was a prostitute. Bennie
strikes a deal with the businessmen. He has four days to bring back Garcia’s
head for $10,000 or they will come after him. So, Bennie and his girl go on the
road with two thugs in a beat-up station wagon tailing them. They travel
through some of the most dirt-poor parts of Mexico that you will not find in a
tourist brochure any time soon. Bennie becomes obsessed, not with the money,
but with Garcia and why his head is so valuable. He sees it as a ticket that
will lead him to this answer.
Once they find Garcia’s body, Bennie and Elita’s lives
get a lot more bloody and violent as the film shifts gears into a
balls-to-the-wall revenge picture. Bennie’s descent into murder-fueled madness
is something to see. He starts talking to Garcia’s severed head. He looks in
the mirror and sees a completely different man looking back at him than who he
was when this all began.
Peckinpah takes the time to show the relationship between
Bennie and Elita — the intimate familiarity. It is almost like they are out for
a picnic and not looking for a dead man. They have their dream of one day
getting married. Oates delivers a fierce and fearless performance devoid of
vanity. He’s not afraid to look unattractive and behave badly, like the way Bennie
treats Elita. They live in a grungy flea pit that makes you want to have a
shower – or at least check for ticks – it’s that tangible thanks to the set
design. Bennie and Elita are in love – they’re a hard-drinking couple that
cares for each other. She stays with him because she loves him and he’s devoted
to her. He’s willing to kill for her. It’s a fully realized relationship with
its own unique complexities. There is a scene where Bennie asks Elita to marry
him that is touching and heartbreaking – easily one of the most intimate and
emotional scenes in any Peckinpah film. It makes us care about what happens to
them and it lays the groundwork for Bennie’s transformation into a hardened
killer.
A troubling aspect of Bring
Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia is Peckinpah’s harsh treatment of women. From
the pregnant girl that has her arm broken to Elita almost being raped by a
dirty biker, women are abused and generally treated like crap. That being said,
Elita is an interesting character in that she rises above the misogyny of Bennie
and the biker. She doesn’t cower in fear but bravely faces her would-be abuser.
Isela Vega does a wonderful job conveying Elita’s conflicted feelings that she
has for her past relationship with Alfredo and the hopeful future she could
have as a result of the bounty for his head.
What can you say about Warren Oates that hasn’t already
been said? He was one of the most underrated actors in the ‘70s. He left behind
an impressive body of work; some of the best was with Peckinpah. In Bring Me
the Head of Alfredo Garcia, he looks the part of Bennie, with his cheap, white
suit, gaudy shirt and loud tie, complete with large sunglasses — based on
Peckinpah’s actual attire at the time. Oates always looks disheveled and world-weary
— a life of hard-living. He has a natural, tough guy presence that you just
don’t see any more. He has a cool, don’t-mess-with-me attitude. And no one can
quite curse angrily as convincingly as Oates does. At one point, he tells two
bikers (one played by Kris Kristofferson) who are about to rape his girlfriend,
“You two guys are definitely on my shit list.” You don’t really like Bennie but
you grow to respect him and his obsessive desire for the truth.
Filmmaker Sam Peckinpah was working on The Ballad of Cable Hogue (1970) when
long-time friend Frank Kowalski told him about an idea for a film that he had.
“’I got a great title: Bring Me the Head
of Alfredo…,’ and he has some other name – ‘and the hook is that the guy is
already dead.’” Peckinpah loved the idea and began working on it with Kowalski while
making Cable Hogue and later in
England while filming Straw Dogs
(1971). Together, they produced a 20-page treatment with Lee Marvin and Jane
Fonda in mind.
Peckinpah hired screenwriter Walter Kelly to write the
script. He wrote the first half before the director fired him. Producer Martin Baum had formed his own independent production company, Optimus Productions,
and had a deal with United Artists. Peckinpah came to him with Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia and
25 pages of the script. Baum read and liked it. United Artists agreed to pay
the director to write the rest of the script but he told Baum not to pay him
because he owed him a favor. Peckinpah told the producer that if UA liked the
script then he could pay him.
The director finished the script with Gordon Dawson who
approached the project thusly: “I wrote Sam. How can I drag this guy through
every toilet in Mexico? I knew Mexico and I knew Sam, and I knew how much Sam
loved Mexico. And I knew what Sam liked about Mexico, so I just put it all in
there.” Peckinpah showed the finished screenplay to James Coburn and Peter
Falk, both of whom passed because they found the material too dark for their
tastes. Then, the director thought of Warren Oates who accepted the role
without reading the script as working with Peckinpah was the only reason he
needed.
Peckinpah started pre-production in mid-August 1973 in
Mexico City. With the exception of a few key people, the entire crew was
Mexican. To that end, the director hired Alex Phillips Jr., one of the
country’s premiere cinematographers, to work on his film. They bonded over a
dislike for wide-angle lenses and an admiration for zooms and multiple camera
set-ups. Peckinpah told him, “I make very few takes, but I shoot a lot of film
because I like to change angles. I shoot with editing in the back of my mind.”
While scouting locations, the director relied extensively
on his gut instinct and a desire to portray a gritty, realistic vision he had
of Mexico. Peckinpah spent a lot of time searching for the right bar that would
Bennie would frequent. He finally discovered a place in the Plaza Garibaldi
known as “Tlaque-Paque.” The director looked around and said, “This is dressed.
This is for real.” Mexican crew members told him that the bar’s owner had an
infamous reputation and it was rumored that he once killed a woman there,
serving very little jail time because he bribed the right people in positions
of power.
Bring Me the
Head of Alfredo Garcia went into
production in late September. A month later, Peckinpah was quoted in Variety magazine as saying, “For me, Hollywood
no longer exists. It’s past history. I’ve decided to stay in Mexico because I
believe I can make my pictures with greater freedom from here.” This upset the
Motion Picture and Television unions and they openly censured Peckinpah for his
statement at their National Conference in Detroit. They also threatened Alfredo Garcia with union boycotts upon
its release, labeling it a “runaway” production. The director claimed he had
been misquoted and before his film was to be released, the unions relented on
their threat.
Early on, Oates had difficulty getting into the role –
playing an outsider living on the margins of society. He realized that due to
the personal nature of the script he should base his performance on Peckinpah:
“I really tried to do Sam Peckinpah, as much as I knew about him, his
mannerisms, and everything he did.” Once he made that choice, the actor
committed completely to the role as one close friend found out when he visited
the actor in Mexico during filming: “All traces of Oates had disappeared—he was
that mean.”
As principal photography continued into the month of
December, the demand, both physically and emotionally, were taking their toll
on the cast and crew. Deep in the depths of a cocaine binge, Peckinpah put his
cast through hell, playing mind games with Oates so that he would think the
director was mad at him, which would put the actor on edge for a given scene.
Oates was battling his own demons, indulging in vodka and tequila on a regular
basis. He and Peckinpah would get into heated arguments, which was par for the
course for these strong-willed men. This approach, according to friends, came
out of Peckinpah’s own insecurity as he felt that the only way to exert control
on his set was to make everyone more insecure than him. To help everyone let
off some steam, Peckinpah and the producers bought out a local bar and threw a
surprise party. Principal photography ended three days before Christmas and
Peckinpah took a week off before supervising the editing process.
In mid-August of 1974, Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia opened first in New York, Los
Angeles and Chicago. New York
magazine’s Michael Sragow called it “a catastrophe so huge that those who once
ranked Peckinpah with Hemingway may now invoke Mickey Spillane.” Roger Ebert
gave it four out of four stars and called it, “some kind of bizarre
masterpiece.” The New York Times’
Nora Sayre felt that the film began “brilliantly,
especially because of the pacing. Knowing when to speed the action up or slow
it down, Mr. Peckinpah grabs our total attention. Then the movie disintegrates
rapidly.” Newsweek criticized the
plot as a “necrophiliac and nonsensical struggle for the love of a woman.”
Bring Me the
Head of Alfredo Garcia is a
ferocious crime film that has been imitated (see Man on Fire) but never equaled. No amount of visual and stylistic
flourishes can compare with Peckinpah’s sparse, no-nonsense approach. It is a
slow burn of a film for the first two-thirds only to erupt into an orgy of
violence for the last third that acts as a cathartic release, both for us and
for Bennie. At times, it is not an easy film to watch. One gets the feeling
that Peckinpah doesn’t care if you like his film or not. He didn’t make it for
people to love or hate, he made because he had to it – it was a story he had to
tell. His film is unafraid to tell a story with such unflinching honesty and
takes you to places that challenge you and make you think about things
differently. That’s what Alfredo Garcia
does so well. Finally free of studio constraints, Peckinpah was able to tell a
story his way and that’s why this film is his most satisfying one.
SOURCES
Compo, Susan. Warren Oates: A Wild LIfe. University Press of Kentucky. 2009.
SOURCES
Compo, Susan. Warren Oates: A Wild LIfe. University Press of Kentucky. 2009.
Great write up friend, love me some Peckinpah and Oates, I actually just finished up a post on The Wild Bunch today.
ReplyDeleteThis is the kind of film that sticks with you for days after seeing it. Sort of like a trip to Mexico if your not staying at a luxury resort.
I remain a big fan of this particular review and film, J.D. Your piece really does set the film, and its impact, for fans of Sam Peckinpah. BMtHoAG is one of those cinematic experiences that continues to haunt those who've seen it. Well done, my friend.
ReplyDeleteIs it possible for a film to be a supreme masterwork of film-making genius and yet simultaneously be a totally unwatchable pile of celluloid dog-shit ?, i think Peckinpahs "Bring Me The Head Of Afredo Garcia" is perhaps the only film in the entire history of cinema that achieves that very strange and odd contradiction, although i still think Peckinpahs greatest film is "Cross of Iron". By the way, its bizarre that James Coburn turned down "Bring Me The Head Of Afredo Garcia" on the grounds that the material was 'supposedly' "to dark for his tastes", and yet 3 years later he accepted the starring role in the afformentioned "Cross Of Iron", a movie 1000 darker than "Bring Me The Head Of Alfredo Garcia" ! ! !, another odd and strange contradicton, i think you`ll agree.
ReplyDelete3guys1movie.com:
ReplyDeleteThanks! Love THE WILD BUNCH also. You're sure right about ALFREDO GARCIA staying with you. The film absolutely haunts you afterwards.
le0pard13:
Thanks, my friend for the kind words. Much appreciated.
eddie lydecker:
Heh! I enjoyed your comments very much. Have not seen CROSS OF IRON but I really should.
I looked back at this film in my Original Movie A Day blog project and it funny how many of the points you made here reflected my own thinking about the film as well. The setting in Mexico, the slimy killers hiring Bennie to be their point man, and the sad story arc of the one sympathetic character in the movie all make this an odd film that is still compelling. I found your review from the reblog on Michael's page, so thank you both for the work that appears here.
ReplyDeleteRichard Kirkham:
ReplyDeleteYou are more than welcome. Thanks for stopping by!