Christine is full of simple, gorgeous cinematography, and with the limited plot and static "villain" (its a car) the film gives the audience plenty of time to enjoy the mis en scene.
Extra half star for Harry Dean Stanton stopping by for a a quick afternoon 3 scene shoot.
Christine is also a 1958 Plymouth Fury, the type of car motor fetishists gawk at and purchase no matter the cost. And she's alive, ready to kill anyone who isn't her owner.
Which is exactly why she's so dangerous. We first meet her before she's even off the assembly line, a place where she maims two men who push her over the edge. Little Richard and Buddy Holly blare through the stereo whenever she's feeling especially bloodthirsty. The interior lights up like a Christmas tree when she's in the mood to off whoever's inside. Driving, it seems, is not as important as extermination.
So when the film jumps ahead twenty years, we're more than disturbed -in the two decades since we last saw her, she's probably slaughtered hundreds of men and women that didn't much tickle her fancy.
In our reintroduction to her is she sitting in a scruffy man's desolate yard, dusty and in pieces. She looks like the survivor of a brutal race against Herbie. No one should want her. Unless they're cash strapped and have a thing for automobiles that used to be great. So naturally, she attracts the attention of a pair of teenagers, one a wimp and one a stud.
The stud, footballer Dennis (John Stockwell), sees garbage when he steps in front of Christine's cracked headlights. But the wimp, Arnie (Keith Gordon), sees a treasure in the making. Already socially inept, being the owner of a car Steve McQueen'd be proud to drive might propel him to status comparable to Dennis's. And it'd be nice, anyway, to have the fixing up of a car help him take his mind off the unceasing psychological battles brought on by bullies and by his own skinny covering of self-confidence.
But not long after he hands his cash over - the man selling sympathetically drops the price to $250 - does Arnie metamorphose into the guy he's always wanted to be: suave, self-assured, and a little cocky. He's shed his bulky glasses and now dominates conversations. He's kind of a dick. And kind of as convincingly tough as one of John Travolta's cronies in "Grease" (1978). Clear, though, is that something's very, very wrong; and Dennis, alarmed by the change in his friend's demeanor and by the weirdly commanding presence of Christine, takes it upon himself to get to the bottom of the starkly unbelievable mystery.
"Christine," of course, is starkly unbelievable, too. No matter how hard one tries, it's impossible to have a car with a mind of its own serve as a villain without a laugh of disbelief to follow a death scene. Having not read the source material, which is, famously, a minor Stephen King novel, it's difficult to tell how much better the story worked on the page as opposed to on the screen. Here, it's involving but also slightly dizzy, the well-made dead teenager movie that doesn't have the premise to soundly back everything around it.
John Carpenter, who directed and co-scored "Christine" as a contractual obligation following the financial failure of 1982's now classic "The Thing," wasn't so enamored with the text being adapted himself. "It just wasn't very frightening," he lamented in a 2015 interview. "But it was something I needed to do at that time for my career." That the film manages to be a classic case of cinematic professionalism that cannot overcome a middling story is impressive. Carpenter could switched onto autopilot. But instead he makes "Christine" an admittedly ridiculous horror movie that surprisingly never puts forth a shoddy exterior. If we could more easily accept its antagonist, we'd have something stellar. But we can only kind of do such a thing, and so the movie's competently produced though modestly unnerving.
Era dificil de creer que una obra con una propuesta tan alocada pueda ser una película de terror tan bien enfocada y recreada. Christine no nos dará miedo per se, pero la tensión se va construyendo poco a poco de forma magistral, no solo por las actuaciones de sus actores, la edición y ese brutal ritmo, sino por los increibles planos que consiguen convertir a Christine en un elemento realmente amenzador.
Una cinta que se rodó y editó con gran mimo, algo que se deja ver en cada segundo de película.