Tagline: Stephen King’s masterpiece of terror directed by the master himself.
Director: Stephen King
Writer: Stephen King
Starring: Emilio Estevez, Pat Hingle, Laura Harrington, Yeardley Smith, John Short, Ellen McElduff, J.C. Quinn
18 | 1h 38min | Action, Comedy, Horror
Budget: $10,000,000 (estimated)

Review



Have you ever been to a wedding with that weird uncle, the one who arrives drunk and still proceeds to drain the open bar?

The one whose rambling, non sequitur toast to the cringing couple is peppered with jokes about STD tests and Tijuana donkey shows? The one who sloppily hits on all the bridesmaids half his age? The one whose spastic, interpretive dance to “Brick House” ends with him crashing head-first into the wedding cake? He turns what is supposed to be a magical event into an embarrassing disaster, yet it’s probably the most fun you’ve ever had at one of those things. Well, in 1986, Stephen King was that uncle, and the wedding was Maximum Overdrive.

The plot is a ridiculous one. As the Earth is bathed in a florescent green haze of a passing comet’s tail, the machines’ revolt against their human oppressors begins. Vending machines, arcade games, electric knives, even some things that aren’t technically machines, all begin slaughtering people in simultaneously comical and horrifying ways. Soon, a ragtag band of survivors, including Bill the ex-con (Emilio Estevez), Brett the wily hitchhiker (Laura Harrington), Connie the shrill newlywed (Yeardley Smith ), Deke the smart kid (Holter Graham), and Hendershot the asshole boss (Pat Hingle), hold up in a backwater pit stop, besieged by a circling convoy of pissed off trucks. Will humanity overcome these industrial assassins of their own making, or will the machines sweep the planet clean?

I could really go for that glass of lemonade right now.

It seemed like a sure fire winner. Fed up with what he perceived as lacklustre film adaptations like The Shining, Stephen King figured, who better to bring his vision to the screen than himself? Armed with an expanded script based on his short story Trucks, a cast of fresh-faced stars and old pros, a killer soundtrack by AC/DC, bundles of cash and even bigger bundles of cocaine, what could possibly go wrong? Everything, it turns out, and in the best possible way. The movie that crashed headlong into the summer of ’86 was a raging, out of control tire-fire, which is precisely why it is so much goddamn fun.

For a movie helmed by such a detailed and loving writer, Maximum Overdrive has a gleeful contempt for the rules. Any rules. The movie’s plot holes are bigger than the Mach trucks trying to run everyone into the ground. For instance, after all the world’s machines turn homicidal, newlyweds Connie and Curt must outrun a vengeful semi…in their car, which continues to function normally. The big question is not why the machines turned against us, but how? If it’s by alien remote control, as postulated by Bill, how do they move the machines with no motors? Is it magic, ghost possession, widespread Christine-ification? You try to explain how trucks can hear people, or better yet, why a drive-thru menu speaker starts robotically announcing “Humans here!”  The brilliance of Maximum Overdrive is that it hits you with so much concentrated nonsense that it is too exhausting to even try to understand. The best advice I can give you is to just let go and let it flow over you. Like Zen, but for horseshit.

For all future trips to the drive-thru, he would insist that she hold his hand.

Another thing that is so interesting is the off-kilter tone. The movie tells you upfront it’s going to be goofy fun with King himself staring into the POV of a mischievous ATM and shouting, “Come over here, honey buns, this machine just called me an asshole.” Soon, though, the laughs slam directly into more grizzly images. Ha ha, a wonky drawbridge is showering cars with watermelons.  Oh, a woman just smashed head-first through the windshield. Ha ha, that Coke machine just launched a can into that guy’s crotch! Oh, then it punched a bloody hole in his skull. All of this gives the movie a kind of nervous tension. The moment that completely shreds the safety net is when one of Deke’s buddies falls off his bike while fleeing a little league baseball game and a steam roller suddenly bursts through a fence and very clearly squashes him flat. Boom, child murder, in your face! All bets are off.

As previously mentioned, our hero Bill theorizes that the mayhem is all part of an alien scheme to brush humans off an otherwise ideal planet. If so, they might be trying to do us a favor, because they seem focused on wiping out only the stupidest portion of humanity. Most deaths in the movie could have been avoided with just a modicum of common sense. The clearest example is when Deke, the smartest character thus far in the story, peddles his bike through an absurd montage of suburban carnage where all the victims had to have at least partially assisted in their own deaths. There’s the guy who chainsawed his head off, a dude killed by his Walkman(?), a dog with a RC car jammed down its throat (??), and a woman strangled by her hair dryer (?!?!?). As Deke leisurely peddles away from a pursing lawnmower, I can only imagine the machine was surprised the kid didn’t lie down and let it run over his head. I guess he wasn’t from that neighborhood.

Ahh choo!

Eventually, all of the movie’s halfway reasonable humans wind up at the besieged Dixie Boy, because where else would you go to avoid homicidal trucks other than a truck stop? Bill becomes the defacto leader, primarily because he is both smart enough to keep himself alive and brave enough to help the other survivors do likewise. This is Esteves in his absolute prime, mixing a pinch of his Repo Man, straight-faced punk disdain with a little Bratpack swagger. Some of his best blows are traded not with the machines, but with Pat Hingle’s gratuitously country-fried boss, Hendershot. Hingle is given free rein to chew the scenery, creating one of the all time top slimeball bosses. Hendershot is so myopic he assumes his abused employees would be more afraid of being fired than of all the machines suddenly gaining murderous sentience. There is no need to ask why he has an arsenal of military weapons hidden in the basement, because he’s exactly the kind of nutball who would. However, I do have to question his tendency to derogatorily call everyone “bubba” when we later find out Bubba is his actual first name. Who does that?

The supporting cast is surprisingly solid, as well. Laura Harrington (who, despite appearances, is not Jami Gertz) does a fine job as the street-wise, straight-razor packing love interest, Brett. She and Estevez share a great, low key delinquent chemistry that makes it believable they would click together in such a dire situation. The Maximum Overdrive maxim of things that should not work at all, yet do, shines with Yeardley Smith’s constantly complaining new bride Connie and her clueless husband Curt (John Short). By all rights we should want them to be snuffed out as soon as possible, but the lunkheads kind of grown on you. Curt’s goofball charm allows Bill to loosen his rebel stoicism for a bit and have a few laughs. And it’s always fun to hear Lisa Simpson call someone a goddamn asshole.

Rise of the machines.

While the rest of the cast are red shirts waiting for the chance to stupidly get themselves killed, humanity doesn’t solely take all the Darwin Awards. In the machine revolution, trucks are the idiot foot soldiers — or wheel soldiers, I suppose. Despite their menacing size, the brutes only score a few on-screen kills, and most of their time is spent angrily circling the Dixie Boy. They do have a clever moment when they bring in a Morse code beeping buggy sporting a machine gun on a stick to bully the humans into refuelling the trucks, allowing them to angrily circle the Dixie Boy well into the night. Maybe their chief strategist was a VCR playing The Road Warrior. In any event, their biggest oversight was utilizing so many tankers full of explosive liquids when hunting people armed with a rocket launcher.

Most Absurd Death


There are a multitude of contenders, but I have to go with woman found leaning out of her car, choked to death by her driver’s side window. It is less about the method death and more because apparently it never occurred to the woman to pull her head back in the car before her slowly ascending execution. I have to admit, the machines probably made a good call with that one.

Best Killer Vehicle


No, it’s not the famous Green Goblin truck, though that big boy does make a strikingly insane impression. Nonetheless, the VIP (Very Important People-killer) goes to the single-engine airplane hunting humans from the sky while blaring “Ride of the Valkyries” Apocalypse Now style.  Note: this is not simply on the soundtrack, the plane is literally playing the music, just for mood.  Now this guy knows how to make work fun. He only has one full scene, but there’s a fantastic payoff at the end when he shows up in the background, sticking up straight through the roof of a school bus. Nothing defines the Maximum Overdrive aesthetic better than this plucky Piper Cub.

Most Absurd Dialogue


Brett (to Hendershot): Just a little lesson in manners from the road twitch.

Stephen King is known for his kooky word creations (see: chuckalicious, fuckadoo), but I’m pretty sure not even he knows what the bloody hell a “road twitch” is.



 

★★★★★

Maximum Overdrive was not a financial success. Nor was it a critical, technical, or professional success. Where it does succeed, however, is at being a delirious love letter to the unhinged excess of the ‘80s. It doesn’t need to make sense, it doesn’t need a consistent tone, and it doesn’t need rules. It just needs you to sit back, crack a beer (or take a shot of whiskey, or maybe a line of coke) and have fun. Because it’s Maximum Goddamn Overdrive, baby, and it’s here to rock!




6 comments

  1. This is the first film I bought with my own money; I had 50$ and I’m pretty sure this cost 40 (it was the summer of 1988, and new VHS was pricey then). I lost my copy, but I still like the film (if nothing else, the soundtrack litterly ROCKS). Beyond Who Made Who (We made you!!!!), something else significant about that VHS copy was a trailer for “Manhunter”, a film that later became an all-time favorite of mine (after I knew who made who, it was just “Manhunter” and me now, sport). All in all, “Maximum Overdrive” was part of a moment in life.

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    1. Those were the magic days of VHS, when the limited selection meant you had those favorite few in heavy rotation, always playing in the background. There’s nothing quite as evocative as when you come across one of those old trailers and you are instantly transported back to pressing play, knowing every beat, every cut, and every word of the voice over by heart.

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  2. Years later once he’d gotten clean and sober, Stephen King fessed up that it was actually Emilio Estevez that directed MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE. Never having directed a movie before, King did not have the experience or technical vocabulary to be able to communicate to the film crew what he wanted or how to set up shots properly. The studio asked Estevez to take over directing and King says that for most of the shoot he stayed in his trailer snorting coke and drinking beer.

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    1. I wouldn’t doubt it. So many of the scenes had a spontaneous, “well, I guess I’ll play it this way” feel to them. It also makes sense given that Emilio’s performance is so confidently played throughout. But King did come up with the loony script and got AC/DC involved, so you have to credit him that!

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  3. I also can believe that Estevez directed here, and it tracks with him officially directing “Wisdom” after this ( some critics called the film “Wisdumb”, but other than a self-defeating ending, I thinks it’s a decent directing effort from a 21-year-old; besides, I feel Estevez later helmed some good pictures like “Rated X” & “Bobby”). Wow, that’s a really interesting fact though, one I was complely unaware of.

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