PAT GARRETT & BILLY THE KID (1973). For the longest time, this has been my favorite western. I think it's also the best film ever made about no longer being a young man. It feels like the end of 8 separate epics. It creates & sustains a feeling that no other film approximates. 
My favorite scene of any film ever is the "Knocking on Heaven's Door" sequence where Coburn & Slim Pickens & Katy Jurado make their raid on LQ Jones' homestead, ending w/ Pickens's death by the water. It's what -- 3 minutes long? But has the compressed knowledge of a great poem.
My 2nd favorite sequence in any film is also in PAT GARRETT. It's at the end, again scored by Dylan, where Kristofferson & Rita Coolidge arrive at Pete Maxwell's house. Recollections of a pointless death + young lovers' tenderness + the approach of angels of death: most of life.
It ends w/ a conversation between Coburn's Pat Garrett and Peckinpah's undertaker, which feels like Peckinpah talking to himself. It feels like Peckinpah admonishing himself for trying to defeat time. This film is called a rock n' roll western. I think it's an extended elegy.
Death's inevitability haunts every moment. Peckinpah embraces that, and turns it to poetry. The film is a cascade of flaws. There's no real story. Peckinpah is only really invested in one character. The chronology is all fucked. I wouldn't change a frame.
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