I'd argue it's Oliver Stone's best film.

It's not his most political, no. But it's still got a subtle stench of it underneath all of the excess. At first, it seems like the ugly duckling of his filmography, but it really is a film all his own. It's neo-noir and -western, and it's vulgar and violent in equal doses. It's an attack on the senses, but it's purely genre filmmaking. It takes familiar components and grinds them into a sweaty, messy, entertaining, and ultimately depressing movie about very awful people. I adore it, and wish it got the re-evaluation it deserves. Oh, and it's aged marvelously. Doesn't feel a bit out of place nowadays, even though it's nearly twenty years old.