A recently retired detective finds his suicidal urges lifting when he receives a taunting letter from someone claiming to be the man who drove a stolen Mercedes into a crowd of job seekers, killing many of them, including a baby.
I really don’t have much to say about Mr. Mercedes, except that I really wish Stephen King would stop writing black characters who like to talk like racist caricatures on purpose, only to have their white liberal friends laugh knowingly. I am really not sure what joke we’re all supposed to be in on.
This was way subpar King, and will definitely end up as a forgettable afterthought. Not enough horror, plot resolution telegraphed way in advance, and unmemorable characters. Sorry…