Straw Dogs (USA, 1971, Sam Peckinpah)
Remember the "Tennis Anyone" parody of Peckinpah by Python? I saw this before I had ever even heard of him. Then, a short time later, I learned of Peckinpah's existence from that TV talk show about violence in movies I mentioned previously. In my defense, I was just a kid taking all of this in and mostly stoned at the time. (On the other hand, what better existential-aesthetic leader than Monty Python?)
I did see The Getaway back in the day and thought it was mighty cool. But I didn't know it was Peckinpah until years later and even today I'm not sure the main thing for me wasn't just my desire to fuck Ali Macgraw. (Still unsure. But just for the record, even then I recognized she was no thespian.)
I have a vague memory of being bored by Pat Garrett and Billy the Kid, wanted to check out Dylan and found him the most boring thing in it. Again, didn't know it was Peckinpah. That's about it. So, yes, The Wild Bunch.
Here's the trailer for Straw Dogs: