Halloween Kills Review – We’ve Got It Covered


David Gordon Green Halloween was a breath of fresh air for the stagnant franchise and the slasher genre as a whole; Eliminating 40 years of mediocre sequelae and mediocre remakes, the filmmaker created a direct sequel to John Carpenter’s classic 1978 original that was part a sequel, part a reboot, part a remake, and all the while having fun. .

The announcement of two sequels is a double-edged sword in many ways, as it signals up front that the middle chapter isn’t going to tell a full story. Hell, Halloween kills doesn’t even bother trying to forge a competent one, with Green’s intention to lean so heavily on the formula and the cliché it’s almost like he’s gotten carried away by the opening success and had simply decided to give diehard fans exactly what they wanted at the expense of everyone else.

The narrative opens with a long flashback to 1978, filling other gaps in the backstory of Will Patton’s Frank Hawkins, who accidentally shot his partner in the neck in an example example by inadvertent expert marksmanship before somehow missing Michael Myers four times from almost exactly the same lineup. It’s very stupid, but don’t worry; things get a lot dumber from there.

Perhaps the biggest criticism to be made Halloween kills is that 99% of the characters to appear in the movie are complete, complete idiots. Suspending disbelief is important to horror cinema, especially a series that revolves around a seemingly impossible-to-kill bogeyman, but the various inhabitants of Haddonfield are some of the silliest, one-dimensional archetypes out there. have seen them on your screen for a long time.

Even by the standards of people who exist under Halloween killsmythology, you find yourself questioning their motives at every turn. Why do they stay there and wait to be brutally murdered? Why does everyone have a gun, but no one is able to use it regardless of their proximity to the target? Why did the local hospital suddenly become the meeting point of an angry mob? When did Michael Myers become a hybrid of Jason Bourne and an indestructible supervillain? Why is everyone lying to each other about almost everything? Why is everyone convinced they have the right fit when chasing an escaped convict who is a foot shorter than Michael and wears prison clothes instead of a coveralls? Green doesn’t care about the answers to any of these questions, so neither should you.

The most flagrant sin committed by Halloween kills is that he sidelined Laurie Strode from Jamie Lee Curtis for most of the running time. Seriously injured in the third act of the last film, she is in poor condition and remains confined to the hospital for the duration. The legendary Screaming Queen only gets a handful of scenes, and one of them involves a self-administered painkiller injection into the buttocks. It’s admirable to try to mix things up so that the focus isn’t just on Laurie for all three chapters of the trilogy, but Curtis’s fiery presence and the power of the stars are sorely missed.

If you want to see blood, guts, and blood without any kind of buildup or tension, then Halloween kills comes highly recommended. It is far from any semblance of fear of the jump, the things that bump in the night, the steering errors or the sleight of hand. Michael shows up, he brutally attacks a number of people, then walks over to the next set of victims. Rinse and repeat, without any deviation from this rote configuration.

Michael and Laurie’s relationship propelled the franchise for 43 years, yet it doesn’t matter Halloween kills at all, aside from Laurie regaling Frank with her prodigious opinions as to why his nemesis became so consumed with bloodlust that seemingly raised him into true monster territory depending on how often he got there. shoot, stab and club from first to last minute without showing any hint of side effects.

Gordon Green and Danny McBride’s script is weak and clichéd, while the topical transparent attempts are so heavy they are laughable. For longtime fans there are plenty of Easter eggs, nods and winks that are sure to generate a reaction and it remains endearing to John Carpenter’s work, but as a whole Halloween kills is slasher 101.

It is put Halloween ends in a very awkward position, especially considering that Curtis has already warned us that a lot of people are going to hate him. Halloween kills isn’t a bad movie, but it’s not particularly good either, with the writing and directing on autopilot as gruesome sets try their best to provide overly jagged jerks of excitement. It’s 105 minutes of wheel spin, limited by additional worldbuilding and gallons of blood, but Halloween kills feels like a huge descent after the adrenaline rush provided by its predecessor.


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