This movie made me laugh; it made me cry; it made me blurt out in the first 20 minutes, “THE ONLY GOOD THING TO COME OUT OF THE 70s IS THE MUSIC!”
Any horror flick from the 70s automatically receives 2 stars from me based solely on the fact that you will see a ton of high-waisted pants, terrible hair cuts, and criminally short jorts on men. The Car (1977) will first and foremost make you appreciate the androgyny of the 70s. And then after that, it’ll make you appreciate that it hasn’t been remade because, let’s be honest, there’s nothing terribly scary about a killer car. The scariest thing about this movie is those camel-toe enhancing high-waisters (and the fact that James Brolin’s shorts are so short that you may be able to sneak a peak at his 37-year-old balls).
There’s also at least one painfully obvious continuity error that I can recall, in regard to wardrobe. A bugle boy is wearing jean board shorts at one point (and it’s obvious they’re just shorts), and in the very next scene when the car is about to attack, he’s in a pair of ever-stylish bell-bottoms. It’s that kind of lack of attention to detail that really draws the audience in.
That being said, I gave The Car 5 stars on Netflix.
Just remember… The Car is what evil drives… and it will drive you to a giddy night of light-hearted laughter if you just open your heart up to it.