Anytime a filmmaker can sum up the films point in just a couple of opening scenes, he's onto something. The camera work stands up against any picture I've ever seen. This is so much more than a road movie or even a thriller. It's a smart, tightly written and directed psychological gem. Every performance is on the money, especially Dryer's low keyed, eagle-eyed cop, and Diane Delano's gun-toting psycho chick. She almost steals the picture. Forget Hunter -- think Coen Brothers and Quentin Tarantino. Highway 395 has just replaced Fargo as my favorite flick pick.
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