Spook Coupe

In the 1986 cheese-y/guilty pleasure sci-fi classic The Wraith, Packard, the small desert town’s a-hook/chop shop owner, forces clean young adults into street racing. If you win, you get his Corvette™. If you lose, you have to give him your pimped out Toyota Corolla™. It’s pink slip against pink slip — and Packard never loses. Mostly because he’s an a-hole cheater.

The Wraith

But one day a sweet Dodge Interceptor™, painted black (the color of vengeance) arrives on the scene. The car gang simply has to have it for their collection. A race ensues, but the Dodge leaves ’em in the dust. For a second. Then it turns around, hits the gas and splatters head-on into Oggie, Packard’s criminal soulmate.

The Wraith

Only thing left is the Dodge (unharmed because it has eerie powers) and Oggie, unscratched save for his eyes being totally burned out of their sockets. His car, though — a Daytona — nothin’ but parts.

The Wraith

Later, at Packard’s hide-out, the Dodge shows up and out steps…THE WRAITH. He looks like a spaceman in that cool form-fitting suit. And his shotgun, also futuristic, never runs out of bullets. He shoots up the entire chop shop, wrecking everything. And when his car’s hood pops open it throbs and glows green and makes space sounds. My car does the same thing, but that’s usually not a good sign.

The Wraith

Great car racing action/crashes, explosions, an insult-hurling sheriff (he cracked me up) and in all, a heartwarmingly satisfying back-from-the-dead teen sci-fi drama.

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