For his directorial debut, Clint Eastwood opted to make this relatively straightforward but hopelessly dated Fatal Attraction clone (er, precursor), playing a radio DJ stalked by the lovely Jessica Walter (well, I'm sure her character's style was in back in 1971). Walter is way more ballistic than Glenn Close ever was, wielding a machete on tons of hapless fools standing between her and her man. Creepy, but what's with the outdoor concert stuck into the middle of the movie!?
Clint Eastwood's second film as a director -- and his first western -- is a minor classic. High Plains Drifter takes a familiar story (drifter arrives in small town to protect it from outlaws -- and demands a pile of booty in return) and makes it perfectly watchable thanks to Eastwood's smarmy performance and a host of supporting players that acquit themselves well. Forcing the town to rename itself "Hell" and paint everything in it red is just the icing on the cake.