#79: The Wild Bunch (Peckinpah, 1969)
There were FAR better movies being made by 1969. This was a shallow movie with little to no heart. I even read that Sam Peckinpah was trying to horrify his audience with all the spaghetti sauce he threw around, but instead they ate it right up and went to the movies to see more blood. Sure, there was some good distance work with cameras, but that doesn't excuse the overall brownness of the movie, alleviated only by a bright blue sky, which actually made the brown more brown. The acting might have been good if the characters were anything I cared about, but there was never any reason to get involved. Pitiful excuse for a Top-100 Film. File this one under: Technical Achievement. Which is hardly so.