Sorcerer (1977)

Billy Friedkin's magical adventure, a heart-attack thriller about down-and-out bastard gringos trucking unstable dynamite through South American jungle to make enough money to escape their dead-end lives. Capitalism sends you to hell before you die, in all of its forms: big business, small business, freelance, organised crime—yet the film manages a bleakly uplifting throughline: “No-one is just a man.”