Christine

“Let me tell you a little something about love,” says Arnie (Keith Gordon), in Christine. “You feed it right, and it can be a beautiful thing.” Unfortunately for him, his would-be lover has an insatiable appetite for destruction: that’d be his sentient, bitter Plymouth Fury, which responds to his gearhead affections by trying to kill anybody who threatens (or desires) him. King’s source novel is one of his best, and John Carpenter—deep in a groove after Halloween, The Fog, and The Thing—wrings every ounce of possessive pathos and technophobic terror out of the premise. If the ’80s were partially defined by revenge-of-the-nerd narratives, Christine is more about the horror of the geek-id unleashed. Arnie is a sweetheart until he’s not (crossing the thin line between social outcast and raging asshole), while Christine is like the American Graffiti starter kit—the hot girl and the cool car—in one vicious, fetishistic package. They’re made for each other, and the pat, good-over-evil ending can’t extinguish the spark between them: Carpenter knows better, and the last shot proves it. - Adam Nayman — https://www.theringer.com/movies/2019/9/4/20847551/stephen-king-movies-adaptations-it-carrie-shining-shawshank-redemption-stand-by-me-creepshow-misery