With an unflinching, ravaged view of the world, director Sam Peckinpah could instil fear in the trenches of World War Two, the calm British countryside, or, as he does in The Wild Bunch, the slowly modernising western towns. Gone were the days of rogue law and order, and in came a pressure to adapt to civilised means of living. But where Straw Dogs painted the violent thugs as villains out for blood, The Wild Bunch sees the typical villains of the western hounded to the corners of America. The heroes are there too. There is no need for their kind anymore. Surplus to requirement, ageing outlaws wish to take out one last robbery, to set them up for the rest of their days.