Viking Night: Maximum Overdrive
By Bruce Hall
June 29, 2016
This is not really intended as a compliment. I feel like the type and level of mayhem depicted in Maximum Overdrive was determined largely by the $9 million budget. As a result, the film opens with Stephen King himself trying to make an ATM withdrawal and getting cussed out by the machine. Nearby, a drawbridge lifts itself in the middle of traffic, causing all the clearly miniature cars on it to tumble backward on top of each other. On the one hand, Stephen King is clearly not a natural director. The drawbridge scene continues for several minutes after it stops being interesting, and if you watch the movie closely, you’ll notice King seems to have a habit of mismatching reverse shots. It’s more amusing than distracting, but the result is that the entire time you’re watching Maximum Overdrive, things feel...off.
The carnage continues as cars kill their drivers, hair dryers somehow strangle people with cords, soda machines turn themselves into grenade launchers and lawn mowers grind their unsuspecting owners into hamburger. The delineation between what constitutes a “machine” and when they choose to attack is handled arbitrarily, which kind of enhances the cheapness of the film. Ultimately it becomes clear that the script is trying very hard to push a certain group of characters toward a central location - the Dixie Boy truck stop. There, twentysomething parolee Bill Robinson (Emilio Estevez) works the grill as a short order cook, sweating under the thumb of his corrupt boss, owner Bubba Hendershot (Pat Hingle).
Estevez plays to character as an exploited everyman, just waiting for a chance to be a hero. The time comes when the arcade machines in the back of the restaurant murder someone, and the big rigs out in the parking lot fire themselves up and start turning people into street pizza. It’s the kind of role he’s probably best at; you could drop his character from Repo Man right into this movie and it would work seamlessly. I can’t say the same for everyone, though. Over the course of the film a core group of characters ends up at the Dixie Boy, battling killer trucks as Bill fearlessly attempts to lead them to safety. The problem is, most of them kind of disappear into the film like a drop of water lost in a sponge. The good-natured but hyper-dumb story just kind of sucks everyone in like a black hole, and little to nothing ever comes out.
Laura Harrington plays an attractive drifter who immediately becomes Bill’s love interest. In fact, it feels kind of like they’re in love with each other by act of law or something. Harrington spends most of the film looking like she went to bed in Manhattan and woke up in Wilmington, North Carolina with Stephen King standing over her bed, eating a meatball hoagie. Yeardley Smith appears, in case you want to tell people you know what Lisa Simpson looks like in real life, but the cast is largely anonymous in the face of impossible odds. The lone standout might be Holter Graham, who completely convinced me of how hard it is to go on when your father is murdered by killer trucks.
Maximum Overdrive is the kind of movie that’s best watched along with some kind of drinking game, the more lecherous the better. Perhaps the only truly positive thing I can say about it is that I had no idea letting AC/DC do an entire film score could possibly have turned out so well. It’s as if Stephen King woke up one morning, pulled a rail of coke as long as his forearm and decided to make a movie with all of his favorite things in it, narrative coherence and character development be damned. And by God, he did it. It’s not a lot of fun, and it’s difficult to enjoy even in an ironic sense, but if you’re looking for an excuse to invite your friends over for tequila shots, this is the movie you need to rent.
Just remember to pace yourself.
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