It is perhaps not the best Stephen King, but it's still a solid novel, despite some improbabilities - was, for example, difficult to understand how a football player (American) can break the two legs during a tackle, and evil we grasp what is the relationship with the car in the accident. More than a twisted love story between a young student puny and clumsy, whipping power (as is often the case with King), and a vintage car, it is primarily a history of possession in the great tradition of haunted house movies, the boy gradually being invaded by the former owner of the car. John Carpenter, the great master of horror to the screen, shot a film which, miraculously, seems even more successful.
