I must have missed something. I've seen this film three times now over the
course of a few decades and each time it goes right over my head.
Hollywood-ized "punk" Emilio Estevez gets fired from his grocery store job and
eventually falls in with a car repossession company. Some minor adventures
happen (repossessing cars, getting shot at, getting maced, convenience store
shoot-out, banging a cute chick in the backseat of a car, vomiting, etc.), but
the main story line is about a
1964 Chevy Malibu with a $20,000 reward on
it. Every two-bit repo man in LA is looking for it! What the hell
could be so special about it that it has such a high bounty?
And that's about it. Is there some kind of satire or social/political
statement that I'm missing? Who knows. As it is though, the
authentic LA street scenery was the most interesting thing going on. The
story is so-so, but it doesn't go anywhere. The acting is good. I
especially liked Harry Dean Stanton. The "punk" aspect is barely even
touched out other than a few people having mohawks and couple of punk songs
playing in the background. Other than that, REPO MAN is kind of a
bore. Zero nudity, bland dialogue, unsatisfying ending, low budget
distractions, hit or miss pacing, no violence.
I don't dislike REPO MAN, it's just not my bag. I did notice a few things
that were influential in later films, video games, etc., so for that, at least,
it's kinda cool.
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Friday, September 12, 2014
Thursday, September 5, 2013
MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE (1986)
I remember reading Stephen King's short story "Trucks" (feature in the Night
Shift collection) many years ago and it only being about actual large vehicles
(18-wheelers, bulldozers, etc.) coming to life and crushing people. This
movie though, adapted to the screen and directed by King himself, has all kinds
of different machines coming alive. Everything from a foul-mouthed ATM to
a gas pump and a soda-shooting Coke machine.
Like in the short story, the main action takes place as a secluded truck stop along the side of a now deserted highway. Fry cook Emilio Estevez's crappy day gets even crappier when an electric carver attacks a co-worker and then some trucks start running people down. Eventually survivors start gathering at the truck stop for safety and are put to work (by a bulldozer and a military machine gun vehicle) pumping gas into a long line of thirsty trucks. Throughout all this there's a few various events shown, like a steamroller running down a kid, a drawbridge going berserk and an ATM machine telling Stephen King he's an asshole.
As a horror movie, MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE is a total failure, but as entertainment it's not too bad. The idea of machines coming to life is compelling and the characters are interesting. A little blood, zero gore, zero nudity, 80's clothing, AC/DC music, explosions, cheap gas, an alright pace that kinda runs out of steam towards the end. With a bigger budget, tighter script and a more experienced director MO might have been awesome, but as it is it's still a fun time-waster.
Like in the short story, the main action takes place as a secluded truck stop along the side of a now deserted highway. Fry cook Emilio Estevez's crappy day gets even crappier when an electric carver attacks a co-worker and then some trucks start running people down. Eventually survivors start gathering at the truck stop for safety and are put to work (by a bulldozer and a military machine gun vehicle) pumping gas into a long line of thirsty trucks. Throughout all this there's a few various events shown, like a steamroller running down a kid, a drawbridge going berserk and an ATM machine telling Stephen King he's an asshole.
As a horror movie, MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE is a total failure, but as entertainment it's not too bad. The idea of machines coming to life is compelling and the characters are interesting. A little blood, zero gore, zero nudity, 80's clothing, AC/DC music, explosions, cheap gas, an alright pace that kinda runs out of steam towards the end. With a bigger budget, tighter script and a more experienced director MO might have been awesome, but as it is it's still a fun time-waster.
I A-B Repeated this dude yelling "What the fuck's going on in here?!" until tears were streaming down my handsome cheeks.
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