i usually enjoy sam peckinpah film and but this slow paced and meander meditation on the decline of the west just never spark my interest . there an excellent cast and great music and stunning cinematography and terrific production design . all the ingredient be there and but it never come alive for me . the performance be so understated that the character have no definition . kristofferson play billy the kid and james coburn his friend turn nemesis and sheriff pat garrett . it take two hour for garrett and billy to have their final showdown while in the process they drift languidly through one laconic scene after another . there a fair amount of gunplay and with the by now banal slow motion death and but even the action sequence lack fire . this be ultimately a meditative and brooding film and which be probably the idea while but it just too plod for my taste . one trivial gripe represent whatever they use for blood in this picture strike me a some of the fakiest i have ever see . it look exactly like plain red paint . it actually a distraction and detract from the impact of the action scene . it the one aspect of the production design that ring a false note .