Earlier tonight, The Northwest Chicago Film Society played Ida Lupino’s 1953 noir, The Hitch-Hiker. It tells the “true story of a man, a gun and a car”: two fishing buddies, Collins and Bowen, pick up a hitchhiker who turns out to be the murderous escaped convict, Emmett Myers. It’s a lean, mean picture, simultaneously suspenseful and predictable, with perfect lighting. There were some choice lines in that great old Hollywood diction, and my film viewing buddy Christine laughed the loudest when Collins says to Myers, “Ya STINK, Myers! You smell just like your clothes!”
