In 1864, due to frequent Apache raids from Mexico into the U.S., a Union officer decides to illegally cross the border and destroy the Apache, using a mixed army of Union troops, Confederate POWs, civilian mercenaries, and scouts.
Mike Locken is one of the principal members of a group of freelance spies. A significant portion of their work is for the C.I.A. and while on a case for them, one of his friends turns on him and shoots him in the elbow and knee. His assignment, to protect someone, goes down in flames. He is nearly crippled, but with braces is able to again become mobile. For revenge as much as anything else, Mike goes after his ex-friend. Written by
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Sam Peckinpah was assigned to direct this film by Mike Medavoy, the head of United Artists at the time. Medavoy believed in Peckinpah's abilities, but knew that it was virtually impossible for Peckinpah to get a job with any of the studios, as he had alienated virtually everyone in Hollywood by that time. When this project came along, Medavoy knew it was perfect for Peckinpah, and gave it to him, but under the conditions that he worked under Medavoy's strict supervision. Peckinpah agreed. See more »
When Mike and George go to relieve the two men at the safe house, we see the four cameras on top of the building all fixed on the same plate that spins back and forth. But when we see the monitors inside the building the video shows the scenery panning in opposite directions from each other instead of being in sync like the cameras are. See more »
[examining an ailing plant in Weyburn's office]
Talking to them isn't enough. Their longevity lies within the context of your communication.
Oh, I know, I know, I know. I even recite the love sonnets of Elizabeth Barrett Browning to the poor thing.
Hmmm. It's probably dying of boredom.
Danny, how are you?
Did you ever consider my dear Cap how much energy you've wasted over your 47 years mustering up that good fellow smile and that insincere handshake?
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This film is a work of fiction. There is no company called Communications Integrity NOR ComTeg and the thought the C.I.A. might employ such an organization for any purpose is, of course, preposterous. See more »
To all the long-faced dimwits bemoaning the decidedly uncontentious tone of this picture, I've three words: Get a life! First off, the "The Killer Elite" is a rip-roaring gasser about the most offbeat assassins to ever walk the earth. Burt Young versus ninjas? James Caan and Robert Duvall serenading CIA safe houses? Where do I sign? Maybe some also bellow on about how watered-down "The Killer Elite" is amongst the Peckinpah pantheon, but I put this to you: how many "PG"-rated pictures include defectors getting their brains blown out, as sanguine life sprays the walls? Not many. Third off, the nihilistic corporate pecking order as portrayed in the film sums up the old "Alfredo Garcia" "no heroes" mentality quite nicely. Mako and Gig "Fred C. Dobbs" Young are there to party, Caan, Duvall, and Young seem to be having the time of their lives, so what are we waiting for? "Let's go bananas."
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