It is at least a well-made, well-played, satisfyingly gruesome thoroughly ordinary picture – and is certainly far better than latterday Carpenter films like Vampires or Ghosts of Mars.

Made back when every single King best-seller was turned into a violent, profane mid-budget movie directed by a horror hotshot rather than a blanded-out TV miniseries, this is one of those films which seemed ordinary in the cinema, but plays much better on TV, DVD or video. Robert Prosky, Alexandra Paul (with a fluffy ‘80s do), John Stockwell and Harry Dean Stanton (as the inevitable puzzled cop) head a good supporting cast, but the car, of course, steals the picture, rolling off the production line to the tune of Bad To The Bone and periodically recovering from write-off accidents via impressive special effects. Keith Gordon, whose transformation from tongue‑tied, bespectacled zit factory to smooth girl‑getter is weirdly reminiscent of Jerry Lewis in The Nutty Professor, brings a much‑needed touch of humanity to the formulaic horror-in-high-school plotline (which King reprised from Carrie), in which a succession of slobbish, nasty, dislikable characters who pick on poor Arnie or dare to inconvenience his car are gorily done away with by the supercool, super-malicious Christine. Adapted from the Stephen King ‘killer car’ novel, this John Carpenter film is more like an assembly line vehicle than a customised job, but is nevertheless a slick, entertaining piece of work.

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