Sam Peckinpah's dusty crime drama was the one he took for the money, a bloody retelling of Jim Thompson's pulpy text which gave the maverick helmer a chance to show of show seventies new wave flair and give the audience some pulsating action at the same time. But grit aside, this film's key appeal was the chemistry between stars Steve McQueen and Ali MacGraw, who met in casting and fell in lust before any prop gun ad been drawn. That's what sealed this picture. Track forward twenty years and all of the above was absent from this dire retread, with Baldwin teaming up with his new Mrs, Kim Basinger, in a tired and barely dangerous remake that ended up being more guff than grit.