Hitch Hike to Hell

**_Simple-but-effective tale about a mentally ill mama’s boy preying on hitchhikers_** As female runaways turn up dead in a town of Greater Los Angeles, the chief of police and his partner (Russell... **_Simple-but-effective tale about a mentally ill mama’s boy preying on hitchhikers_** As female runaways turn up dead in a town of Greater Los Angeles, the chief of police and his partner (Russell Johnson and Randy Echols) zero-in on an unassuming delivery man for a laundry cleaning business (Robert Gribbin). "Hitch Hike to Hell" (1977) is a ‘B’ flick with a simple story and prosaic delivery featuring an antagonist reminiscent of Clark Kent and the police chief played by The Professor from Gilligan’s Island. Speaking of whom, the captain makes a reference to three serial killers that were popular at the time: The Zodiac Killer in San Francisco (who has never been identified), The Skid Row Slasher in Los Angeles (who turned out to be Vaughan Greenwood) and The Houston Mass Murderer, Dean Corll. Yet, the movie is actually loosely based on Edmund Kemper, The Co-ed Killer whose victims in 1972-1973 were six female students hitchhiking in the vicinity of Santa Cruz County, which is an hour’s drive south of San Francisco. The movie was originally advertised as a fun Crown International hot-chicks-and-cars flick, but it’s nothing of the kind. Despite its modest budget and pedestrian technique, it’s a serious take on a psychologically messed-up serial killer in which sympathy is worked up for the murderer. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no excuse for what Ed Kemper did in real-life or what the fictitious killer does here, but it all comes down to the consequences of serious mental-spiritual illness, not to mention a questionable relationship with one’s mother. The tone is similar to “Targets” meshed with “The Toolbox Murders.” While it’s easy to look down on these kinds of films, there are some well-done parts here that are respectable and even moving, such as the lieutenant’s hesitancy about bringing children into a world where such wicked things happen. Then there’s the climatic depiction of the shock/grief of the girl’s mother, which is actually moving. Russell Johnson’s role in Gilligan’s Island ended a decade before this, but he looks basically the same, just slightly older. It runs 1 hour, 28 minutes, and was shot in Encino, Los Angeles, which is located 7-12 miles west of the iconic Hollywood Sign. GRADE: B-