For Halloween, the crew goes into Maximum Overdrive, Stephen King’s one-and-only directorial meltdown brought to you by a truly 1980's amount of cocaine. Angry trucks, possessed toasters, and for the love of god, will someone please tell AC/DC to shut directly the eff up. Somewhere between exploding drawbridges and the Green Goblin semi grinning like a maniac, the chaos starts to feel almost profound. Almost.
We talk killer vending machines, sleazy Bible salesmen, and the mystery of why a comet’s “space fart” would make a lawnmower homicidal. It’s a glorious junkyard of blood, beer, and bad decisions held together by pure noise and misplaced confidence.
By the end, one truth remains: this isn’t a movie to rewatch alone. It’s a social event, best shared with chemical assistance. Consider it practice for when the machines rise up. You’ll want someone nearby to confirm that, yes, it’s really happening.
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