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The PackageCHRISTINE
was a minor hit back in 1983 and received a number of enthusiastic reviews, but
for some reason it’s been maligned in the years since.
John Carpenter himself has largely dismissed it, claiming he “slept
through” the production, which I find hard to accept.
The script by Bill Phillips admirably streamlines Stephen King’s
500-plus page novel, which stretched a rather thin narrative about a nerdy teen
transformed into a monster by a haunted car (sort of like THE CAR meets
MASSACRE AT CENTRAL HIGH) to interminable lengths.
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The StoryErnie
is a teenaged dork who becomes unaccountably obsessed with an old car: a red
and white 1958 Plymouth Fury named Christine that plays fifties-era pop tunes
on its radio. Ernie buys Christine
from an old man for $200, not realizing the codger’s brother asphyxiated
himself in the car years earlier...and that Christine severely injured two men
the very day she came off the assembly line!
Ernie
and Christine make quite a pair: he fixes “her” up and in turn loses much
of his neediness, becoming a bonfire cool dude and nabbing one of the prettiest
girls in the school. Neither
Ernie’s parents nor his jock buddy Dennis know what to make of his
transformation. The school bullies are equally puzzled, and respond to the
new Ernie by smashing up Christine. She
in turn reconstitutes herself and goes after the bastards, brutally killing
each of them. Ernie for his part
is increasingly becoming a total asshole, verbally abusing his girlfriend,
neglecting his friends and physically assaulting his parents.
Dennis decides he’s had enough and challenges Ernie and Christine to a
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The DirectionFrom
a visual standpoint this is one John Carpenter’s most inventive films, with
masterful widescreen photography and ever-probing camerawork courtesy of ace
cinematographer Donald Morgan. The
roving POV tracking shots from HALLOWEEN are back, and utilized in consistently
invigorating fashion: particularly notable is a library sequence in which the
protagonist tries to get up the nerve to ask a pretty girl out, conveyed
through a POV shot that pans past the girl in question and continues,
ashamedly, toward the bookshelf behind her.
It’s the teenage characters in the film and Carpenter’s sensitivity
to their problems that makes CHRISTINE the warm and absorbing--and darkly
funny--thriller it is. Much like
Stephen King at his best (which the novel CHRISTINE in my view isn’t), the
characters are interesting enough to carry the film on their own without the
horror business. That’s
not to say the scary stuff isn’t well executed.
Carpenter is as always at his best in scenes of pure horror, and despite
the fact that he’s stuck with the inherently unsay
concept of a haunted car, he manages to pull off some crackling imagery, such
as Christine driving down a nighttime highway engulfed in flames, or the sight
of a demolished Christine magically reconstituting herself before her owner’s
astonished--and sexually aroused--eyes (the pre-CGI special effects here and
elsewhere are impeccable). The
performances also deserve a mention, even if most of the “teenage” cast
members are clearly far older than the parts they’re playing.
In interviews Keith Gordon has repeatedly evoked the tremendous amount
he learned from John Carpenter, and how the atmosphere Carpenter created on
CHRISTINE allowed him to do great work acting-wise and was a major inspiration
on his own directorial career--in other words, somebody
other than me has recognized this film’s considerable power. |
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Vital StatisticsCHRISTINE |
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