As if Christine couldn’t get any creepier. Does anyone remember the story of this psychotic Plymouth Fury? Christine was a mean, vengeful car that didn’t like anyone except her owner. And even he wasn’t immune to the madness she caused. Stephen King had a real horror on his hands when he unloaded Christine to an unsuspecting public. For just a short while people didn’t fully trust their cars any longer, but thankfully that faded fast. It actually went away quicker than people’s fear of sharks after Jaws came out.
Anyway, the video is fairly low key until it gets to the part that shows a young woman standing near a broken down car trying to get a lift. Once Christine shows up you get the idea that anything could happen, since it usually does. You get the idea that the woman should run once she sees the car pulling up, but of course she doesn’t. You want to tell her to just start running away without hesitation once the car starts to flash its headlights and then revs up, but of course she doesn’t. Like in any good horror-based video she’s still willing to give the benefit of doubt to the situation and the driver, so she goes so far as to wave the car down.
Christine revs up even harder, and is then off to the races as the woman bolts, running down the roadway rather than behind her car or towards any building where she might be able to find her way inside where the car can’t get her. I know what you’re thinking, Christine doesn’t really where a person goes, she can get them. After all she cut one of her defilers nearly in half by jamming herself into a space that shredded both sides and would have left any other car a useless wreck before it was all said and done. She’s also the car that took a beating unlike any other and mended herself until she looked brand new.
So yeah, the woman ducking into a building or finding cover behind something that any normal car couldn’t pass by probably wouldn’t have been the best idea. But in a horror video or movie it’s usually the rule that a gorgeous woman just has to go running, so there you have it.
She then comes to a wide open space that seems to be one of the biggest dead ends in the world, despite the fact that there are still plenty of places to go. I like horror and all, but sometimes the way the scripts are written you would think that the characters are some of the dumbest folks ever conceived. She waits like a deer in the headlights, perhaps for death, perhaps for someone to save her, but she waits all the same. Then, as Christine pulls up with her broadside towards the woman the passenger side door swings open, and inside we can see none other than John Carpenter, his lined and aged face peering out at her as he beckons her forward.
Slowly, as though in a trance, she makes her way into the car. The door slams, and Christine motors away into the night.
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