"It ain't excitin' enough to see a man shot in the back."
Gets an extra half-star for Audie Murphy's stunt-riding.
An America that cares more about football games, the rights of the (male) individual, and rigid notions of identity than it does about the murder of its young women. File alongside The Boston Strangler and No Way to Treat A Lady as one of those morally schizophrenic psychopath films, made in the death knells of the studio era, that somehow points the way to the new 70s cinema of Scorsese and De Palma. A period piece, certainly, with one foot…