We all dream of being a child again, even the worst of us. Perhaps the worst most of all.

Saw The Wild Bunch yesterday, Director's Cut again, but mercifully in 2.35:1 (my VHS experience was destroyed by some moron's insistence on pan-and-scan). A great example of the benefits of repeat viewing: this time around the things that caught my attention were: the 12/8 motif on the excellent soundtrack, the wonderful sound, the moral ambiguity, and once again, Peckinpah's pioneering mix of slow-motion sequences intercut with regular motion film (employed to devastating effect in the disturbing shootout scenes).