Coke might have been the fuel behind some of King's most celebrated work -- Misery, for example, was written at the height of his addiction -- but it also produced some amazing garbage. The Tommyknockers is one of his most critically panned books. And his first and only effort as a film director, 1986's Maximum Overdrive, about trucks that come to life and try to flatten Emilio Estevez, has gone down in notoriety as something you'd less expect from the master of the American novel and more like a movie based on the transcript of a maladjusted six-year-old playing with his Hot Wheels collection.
King admits that the movie's legendary badness has a lot to do with the fact that he was "coked out of [his] mind all through production, and didn't know what [he] was doing." He's clean now, but the existence of Maximum Overdrive is enough of a blight on King's life that he's sworn off filmmaking forever, deciding that making terrible movies out of his work is a job best left to other people.
"You're going to try to make a movie out of my short story about a Rita Hayworth poster? Yeah, let me know how that works out."
Not that King is the first horror author to draw inspiration from mood-altering chemicals ...