Viewed – 13 October 2009 Cinema
Halloween, the 1978 version is a masterpiece. It’s tense, dripping with atmosphere, genuinely scary and expertly put together. John Carpenter knew how to get under a viewer’s skin. Now fast-forward to the remake, an admittedly brutally violent but somewhat interesting re-tread of the original, shedding new light on the masked killer’s childhood and family background, before sadly stumbling in the final act by copying and pasting the events of the old movie, but presenting them as if directed by an idiot.
Now don’t get me wrong, Rob Zombie is not an idiot. He understands what is needed to create that 80’s video nasty vibe. He showcased this wonderfully in the down right bizarre House of 1000 Corpses and the brilliantly inventive The Devil’s Rejects. Yet there he was dealing with the off spring of his own warped imagination. Here though, he’s bastardizing someone elses characters, and spreading them liberally with more gore and violence than was ever strictly necessary. Laurie Strode is a bit messed up after surviving her ordeal on Halloween night one year previous, and is haunted by nightmares of the masked killer Michael Myers, who everyone believes is dead, but guess what? No body was ever recovered. Wait, I know, you’ve heard this one before … but stick with me. Well as expected said deranged nutcase returns, this time haunted himself by the ghostly apparition of his mother (Sheri Moon Zombie) and his younger self, which I admit is an interesting spin, yet what isn’t at all interesting is the shockingly predictable slayings, which are overly nasty, and the frantic, head-ache inducing editing, where the camera is more often than not so close and epileptic you CAN’T TELL WHAT YOU ARE LOOKING AT. Scout Taylor-Compton as Laurie is (once again) no Jamie Lee Curtis, says ‘f***’ a lot, and warbles in hysterics so you CAN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE IS SAYING. What ideas this sequel has it never fully develops, the reveal of Laurie Strode being Michael Myer’s sister is both pointless and completely unexplored, and even genre stalwarts such as Malcolm McDowell and Brad Dourif lend nothing to proceedings making their presence insulting when you consider what gems they have been in previously.
A terrible horror movie, and contender for worst movie of the year.
Verdict: 1 /5