Killdozer (1974)

I can't help but compare it to Duel (1971) as a fellow TV film pitting average Joe against the million-dollar modernist machine and it comes up short in so many ways—cinematography, narrative, acting, mise-en-scène, even the menace of its mechanical monster. Still, it has Duel beat in at least one axis: Homoeroticism. With every death, the film pauses to remind us that these men had wives, girlfriends, kids, but the only people in this homosocial phantom space of the isolated island worksite are sweaty, greasy, mostly-middle-aged men standing real close, overlapping in frame, palling around, sleeping side by side, putting hands on each other, sullen and hurt and denying love, etc. etc. etc.