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Time Out saysCarpenter and novelist Stephen King share not merely a taste for genre horror but a love of '50s teenage culture; and although set in the present, Christine reflects the second taste far more effectively than the first. It concerns a demonic 1958 Plymouth Fury which not only suffocates its victims to blasts of Larry Williams' 'Boney Moronie', but also reconstitutes itself before the naked eye like some fetishistic amoeba, incidentally transforming its puny owner from a pimply nonentity into one of the baddest boys on the block. All of this works rather well as black comedy. But from the horror perspective, Carpenter is only the latest in a long line of film-makers who've been seduced by King's sheer plausibility as a writer. Off the page, a 1958 Plymouth is no more scary than the St Bernard which romped through Cujo.