The Hitcher (Harmon, 1986)

The Hitcher (Robert Harmon, 1986)

Such a fantastic thriller. The desert, the endless stream of small towns, the isolation – it’s frightening. The antagonist is such a force, even when (heck, especially when) he’s not even on screen. The fear of when he might appear, of the unending havoc he wreaks, of his ever-lingering presence is suffocatingly tense. And all of this while still allowing time for each moment to live on the screen. The sunsets, the dark blue dusks, the sun-drenched tumbleweeds, the small town gas stations and diners – they all have life in the way they supplement the tone. I love the way the tone remains rhythmical in spite of the harsh happenings. Yeah, the characters are often jerked around to fit whatever plot move is needed next, and at first I found this frustrating, but the moment the protagonist drops to his knees on a sandy hill, gives in to his fear, and has an emotional breakdown, we realize there’s a humanistic quality to this whole thing, even if it’s only visible in small moments. 9/10


2 Responses to “The Hitcher (Harmon, 1986)”

  1. I’m actually kind of bummed that I missed out on this one, sounds like a goodie!

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