The Halloween series resets itself again, this time all the way back to the 1978 original. It’s a remake by Rob Zombie and easily the best movie in the franchise. That’s mostly due to the liberties it takes with the plot, a third of which focuses, close-up and shaky, on “Mikey” as a psychopathic child.
Character backstories are usually best left untold, or at least kept to a minimum, especially the enigmatic Bogeyman type, but the case study of Michael Myers, led by Malcolm McDowell as doctor Samuel Loomis, lends a layer of poignancy to the later kill scenes. It also explains why he wears the mask.
my rating = 4 of 5
If you’re wondering how Michael Myers is resurrected after having his head chopped off, stop. You’re being logical and the Halloween world, which revolves around a town called Haddonfield, is anything but. The secret to sort of enjoying this episode, which, along with H20, make the third pair that go together in the series, is to embrace its ridiculousness.
Resurrection is directed by Rick Rosenthal, the guy who directed Halloween 2, but you wouldn’t know it. Halloween 8 is a virtual comedy, a virtual parody, starring another rapper. First it was LL Cool J. Now Busta Rhymes basically plays Busta Rhymes. Other characters star on his live internet broadcast entitled Dangertainment. This movie should be a shitshow. It isn’t.
It’s not good by any reasonable stretch of the imagination, but it’s also not bad and not being bad is somewhat of a rarity for the Halloween series. The “continual” orchestral music is overdramatic and annoying, along with Michael’s signature breathing, but there’s enough happening plotwise; the internet bit is actually well utilized; to keep you somewhat entertained.
my rating = 3 of 5
I had already walked pass my old high school or at least the student parking lot, where I imagined how much easier it would have been to get to and from school if I had a car, or at least a driver’s license, when I went there. There were feelings of nostalgia, but I didn’t stay around long for fear of being arrested for trespassing or something worse. There were plenty of teenage girls there, after all, and it seems I’m finding myself more and more living in a society in which a guy even looking at a girl from afar can be deemed sexual “harassment”. Besides, my main destination was the college, apparently Wayne State University, just up the street.
It took a matter of minutes to walk there from the high school and what an inviting scene it was. It was a warm spring or fall, maybe even summer, day; the weather was gorgeous or at least unassuming enough not to cause me any problems; and there were people, mostly students, many of them sexy young women, talking and walking about. It was fairly crowded, not only because of classes but in anticipation for what seemed to be some sort of social event, like some sort of big club party, starting later that day. I wanted to be there, if only to get video of it, but figured it would go on late into the night, which meant I didn’t want to be walking home in the dark.
With that in mind; and here’s the crazy part of the dream; I walked out from the campus area to the sidewalk near the main street, which seemed like Woodward Avenue, put my stuff (bags) down and bent down into a sitting position to see if I could “conjure” my car, which was at home, by closing my eyes and concentrating hard enough. I thought I had. But when I opened my eyes, I could see I was at home in bed; I think I looked up at my ceiling fan in real life; and could simply walk outside to my car and drive back to the school, which is what I prepared to do; I remember trying to remember whether or not I took a shower; before waking up for real.
2018 ( August 25 )