The latest in our series of writers standing up for hated films is a defence of the beloved director’s genre-splicing flop
There aren’t many directors who’ve put together a run of great films quite like that of the legendary John Carpenter. The genre film maestro’s remarkable streak, stretching from his brutal Hawksian riff Assault on Precinct 13 in 1976, to his muscular political satire They Live in 1988, is a miraculous showcase of stylistic elasticity. Could any other film-maker have shifted from the greasy nastiness of Christine to the glowing warmth of Starman within a year, without
BREAKING stride?
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