“Okay. Show me.”
Christine has aged remarkably well, effectively (and presciently) playing Revenge of the Nerds as a horror rather than a comedy.
There are a lot of really well-observed, and delightfully unsettling, elements to Christine. There’s the portrayal of warped and frustrated masculinity, it’s the film even framing its violence in sexual terms: asphyxiation, collision, penetration and pressure. There’s the warped nostalgia underpinning this macho fantasy, with Archie reinventing himself as a fifties greaser capturing the essence of the…
