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The first time I saw Straw Dogs, I was unsure what to expect given as the only Sam Peckinpah film that I had seen prior was his most famous, The Wild Bunch. I was always cautious with the notion of its infamous rape scene especially inside of a year where more violent films were being put on the radar whether it be Stanley Kubrick’s A Clockwork Orange or William Friedkin’s The French Connection and that first viewing left me feeling no sort of urge to revisit the film. But going through Sam Peckinpah had gotten me to thinking that maybe there was something even greater at the hands of Straw Dogs which made for only one of the most riveting experiences I’ve ever had watching a film – and if that was the intent, I can only say that Sam Peckinpah has succeeded, but it won’t be for all sensibilities.

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