Penetrate the dream, and you’ll understand the nightmare.
The film is an elegy for Chris, and so it became an elegy for the youthfulness and beauty of River Phoenix himself.
Today, what stands out most about the film are the strange narrative tangents that occasionally lighten the mood.
There is very little wowwww in Maximum Overdrive, but it is not as bad as its reputation.
The film sings an ultimately joyful song.
Bad reputations can follow films and their makers for years (even decades) after the initial theatrical release.
It belongs in the same bucket as another unfairly maligned 1986 mythical fantasy with a bad script, The Golden Child.
It laughs at its hero, but recognizes that he is a hero nonetheless.