Sunday, May 14, 2017

Movie: Maximum Overdrive (1986)


My theory that the worst movies are the most frequently shown on television was absolutely crushed, when, of the entire smorgasbord of Night Shift adaptations, only Maximum Overdrive was readily available. In the interest of full disclosure, I've seen parts of this movie, as it seems to always be on one premium channel or another, but I've never actually intentionally sat down to watch it from start to finish. There is such a high amount amount of unnecessary profanity I can only imagine how this would have played on network television, especially the cursing ATM and marquee at the beginning.

According to the library listings at stephenking.com, Maximum Overdrive was the twelfth Stephen King movie to be made (unless you don't count Creepshow, and then it's number 11). This means, by 1986, the "Stephen King Movie" genre had really started to settle in, which isn't necessarily a good thing if you're holding out for Oscar nominees. Just to be extra special, Maximum Overdrive is directed by Stephen King himself, right at the height of his coked-out phase. The result is nothing short of craptacular.

It's hard to know where to even begin with a critique of this movie. It was only the second movie (following the still-warm Children of the Corn) to be based entirely on one short story. Therein lies part of the problem. Whereas a novel-based movie must slash, a short story-based movie has to pad. The source material, "Trucks" really doesn't offer enough to go feature-length, although I contend it would have fit nicely into a Twilight Zone episode (maybe one of the one-hour versions). So, in comes the padding. Extra characters abound, and, of course, an explanation about what is causing the machines to go haywire. Apparently a comet's tail can cause many (but not all) machines to malfunction. Trucks are the most impacted, becoming almost sentient, while smaller appliances just misbehave. And electricity isn't a requirement, as sprinklers also malfunction. Don't worry about regular cars, though. They are unaffected, although one can't rule out a freak car window rolling up unexpectedly and trapping your hand (complete with massive diamond ring), causing you to despair and die.

I digress, but clearly there are some inconsistencies here. From reading some secondary material, I suppose the intention of the film was to be "good-bad" so that people would appreciate that it is actually a clever movie that makes fun of other scary movies. Unfortunately, though the thick lens of cocaine, it came out more "bad-bad" - ridiculous is some ways, and just boring in others. Perhaps the whole "standoff at a truck stop in North Carolina that just happens to sit on a huge cache of weapons" plot line didn't work for me. The cast in general hovered somewhere between dislikable and forgettable, and lead man Emilio Estevez didn't have a lot to say, even it was because he spoke to trucks. Pat Hingle, who we met in the Shining remake, is here as a gun crazy, fast-drawling chauvinist station manager, who makes firing rocket launchers look surprisingly easy, almost like he modified a toy to shoot actual missiles. One fringe benefit of bad movies like this one is catching an actor or two before they were really famous. In this case, look sharp for Marla Maples (playing "Woman #2") and Giancarlo "Gus Fring" Esposito as an ill-fated video game enthusiast. Do they make the movie worth watching, though? No. Maybe better to watch a Breaking Bad marathon. At least Esposito has some lines in that!

To be clear, this was a bona fide bomb. I have gained some understanding that a lot of Stephen King material from the mid and late 1980's, both page and screen-based, are not particularly top notch, and probably reflected the bad place King was in mentally and physically. It should be acknowledged however, that these works can also be comfort food of a sort, if it reaches one in the right state of mind at the right time. Therefore, I wouldn't necessarily say this is a movie that never should have been made, but there is a time and a place for these things, and I just wasn't there in either sense. Perhaps it will be (or was) different for you.

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