I admire this odd, surreal, western monster movie. It has elements of Moby Dick more than Jaws or anything else, with its various characters pushed onward by fate, following nightmares and omens to their respective destinies, which is what attracted me to it in the first place. It also features some of the greatest western slang I have ever had the pleasure to hear.I grew up in a rural Pacific Northwest lumber town–I know my redneck and cowboy talk and their attendant mannerisms–so trust me when I say that the dialog alone in this film makes it worth viewing. But you also get this giant monster buffalo and it gets a lot of opportunities to make an impression. I even would venture to praise some of the quick-cutting and crazy dolly shots used in conjunction the animatronic beast, which comes across rather well along with the bellowing roar it is given by the sound effects department and John Barry’s ominous score.I have seen this film several times and the buffalo always surprises me by its effectiveness.A real sense of force and power and movement is conveyed. One of the more interesting Charles Bronson films of the 1970s.