There's nothing more to see in this endlessly chaotic, and done-to-death franchise. We all remember the line "you don't know what death is..." from the only REAL Halloween 2 we'll ever need. Welp, now, we DO know what death is. This insulting, rancid disservice to the original Carpenter film is TOTAL DEATH.
To retcon the literal Crap out of the misfire that this franchise had become, was an interesting, and even commendable task...at least on paper anyway. The idea of bringing JLC as Laurie Strode back to the game was not a novelty, but certainly wasn't a bad idea after 40 years, countless rip-offs, and a franchise as a whole, which was shot to hell after numerous attempts to keep it running. Alas, when the Halloween requel of 2018 saw the projector light of day, it was sworn to be the last of this wretched gamble known as capitalism in LaLa Land. Still, in true form, that would NOT be the last of it.
Here, we continue the reign of terror from the 2018 Requel installment. No tension, no pacing, and absolutely no interest whatsoever in the cheap, grab-n-go way that Blumhouse has been churning out these requels, sequels, and cockamamie. It could ALMOST be admirable that they want to go down a few different roads with the story, and the characters. The filmmakers take us into some carefully plotted plot points and backstories, which they obviously hoped would flesh out the characters. In fact, they take great pains to spend more than enough time annoying us with it. Unfortunately, on all levels, these so-called backstories invade the original source material, creating complete, far-fetched fodder that disrupts the original 1978 film, and makes a complete ass out out of just about everyone who was involved. JLC, Charles Cyphers, Nancy Stephens, and Kyle Richards should all bow their heads in shame for,, essentially, taking a dump on the work they provided 42 years prior. More insulting still...a moment of attempted reflection during a wild riot in the hospital setting, proves disastrous and inept. Completely out of place in this franchise. You can't believe this is Laurie Strode, or Tommy Doyle, or Lindsay Wallace, or Marion Chambers. None of them. Just faces and familiarity to appease the common movie goer with BAD writing and characterizations.
No no, this is NOT an exorcise in good filmmaking, Not an exorcise in any continuance of professionalism with handling a product that need be generated for the large masses, and appeal to those with a niche for the genre and franchise specifically. Blumhouse and co. Have Killed any possibility of taking this any further in any good way, shape, or form. We get to witness the filmmakers stab the franchise in the back, jab it a few times in the gut, and ultimate slit it's throat with a REALLY BIG KITCHEN KNIFE before pinning it to the wall for future generations to gawk at and make fun of because of how laughably awful it is. I can see it now. One young'un will point hysterically and figure that it shouldn't have been made in the first place, and to his young credit, he will be correct.
To retcon the literal Crap out of the misfire that this franchise had become, was an interesting, and even commendable task...at least on paper anyway. The idea of bringing JLC as Laurie Strode back to the game was not a novelty, but certainly wasn't a bad idea after 40 years, countless rip-offs, and a franchise as a whole, which was shot to hell after numerous attempts to keep it running. Alas, when the Halloween requel of 2018 saw the projector light of day, it was sworn to be the last of this wretched gamble known as capitalism in LaLa Land. Still, in true form, that would NOT be the last of it.
Here, we continue the reign of terror from the 2018 Requel installment. No tension, no pacing, and absolutely no interest whatsoever in the cheap, grab-n-go way that Blumhouse has been churning out these requels, sequels, and cockamamie. It could ALMOST be admirable that they want to go down a few different roads with the story, and the characters. The filmmakers take us into some carefully plotted plot points and backstories, which they obviously hoped would flesh out the characters. In fact, they take great pains to spend more than enough time annoying us with it. Unfortunately, on all levels, these so-called backstories invade the original source material, creating complete, far-fetched fodder that disrupts the original 1978 film, and makes a complete ass out out of just about everyone who was involved. JLC, Charles Cyphers, Nancy Stephens, and Kyle Richards should all bow their heads in shame for,, essentially, taking a dump on the work they provided 42 years prior. More insulting still...a moment of attempted reflection during a wild riot in the hospital setting, proves disastrous and inept. Completely out of place in this franchise. You can't believe this is Laurie Strode, or Tommy Doyle, or Lindsay Wallace, or Marion Chambers. None of them. Just faces and familiarity to appease the common movie goer with BAD writing and characterizations.
No no, this is NOT an exorcise in good filmmaking, Not an exorcise in any continuance of professionalism with handling a product that need be generated for the large masses, and appeal to those with a niche for the genre and franchise specifically. Blumhouse and co. Have Killed any possibility of taking this any further in any good way, shape, or form. We get to witness the filmmakers stab the franchise in the back, jab it a few times in the gut, and ultimate slit it's throat with a REALLY BIG KITCHEN KNIFE before pinning it to the wall for future generations to gawk at and make fun of because of how laughably awful it is. I can see it now. One young'un will point hysterically and figure that it shouldn't have been made in the first place, and to his young credit, he will be correct.
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