I want to add one more flick to the list, because it’s more inline with the thread:

The Ballad of Cable Hogue (‘70)

Nothing to say about it, …it just moved us & then left us there awash & not fully fulfilled…but fulfilled enough…although not all sweaty & messy and in need of a good hot shower…  Just chill and alright with it all for a moment…mellowed-out.  Then we fell asleep on the sofa…& woke up @ 3 in the morning to go upstairs and have fitful dreams. 

& then on the other side of the same coin is just this one more flick that could be like Kubrick & Quentin Tarantino beat each other to death in a brutal twenty minute battle with things they can get their hands on in a garage…and the resultant puddles of blood are eaten by a sick mutt-dog that goes on to rape a slothful huge & fat barn cat…that dies giving stillbirth to a gargoyle-like half headed & hairless monstrosity…which an abused preschool-aged child on a BigWheel sees lying there in a pool of blood & amniotic fluid, goes catatonic for several years until getting thrown clear of a car accident and landing unharmed beside the thicket bramble alongside a country highway…the blood of the dead decapitated father pooling on the ground and oozing down into the ditch against his cheek…as he smiles, very aware, up into a clear blue summer sky…and goes on to become a screenwriter who writes his twisted idea of an afternoon family matinee movie about the endearing side of man’s repressed and sometimes volatile inhumanity towards man…or something…but different:

Straw Dogs (’71)