Review: Halloween (2018)




Forty years ago, John Carpenter emerged out from the shadows to bring us a film that in many ways, codified modern horror as we know it. Sure, there were a handful of bloody slasher flicks beforehand, and you can all trace it back to Hitchcock’s Psycho, but 1978’s Halloween was the one that gave the craze that lead to everything from Friday 13th to Nightmare on Elm Street. Most of these films focused more on over the top gore or killings, and their success in turn influenced the increasingly crappier instalments to the Carpenter original.

The white-masked killer Michael Myers went from an indecipherable Shape to just another Jason Voorhees, inexplicably bulletproof and all. Standing out in the series was the oddball Halloween III—in my mind, not really the unfairly maligned classic that some make it out to be lately, but an enjoyable piece of 80s horror cheese nevertheless. It didn’t come over well with audiences, however, so the series went along the route of convoluted plots and lame stabbings. Rob Zombie attempted his own reboot in 2007, and, well, gave us something that replaced subtlety and tension with dialogue where every line could be boiled down to ‘fuck fuck fuckity fuck’.

So as you can see, the franchise has gone through some turbulence. But now it’s starting afresh, with a new film that ignores everything since the original, focusing once again on the legendary Jamie Lee Curtis as scream queen survivor Laurie Strode. It’s a similar premise to Halloween H20 in 1998, also an anniversary reboot of sorts, but that one largely suffered from being a slasher film trying to find an identity in the wake of Scream. This one really does go back to basics—there’s no convoluted family history between victim and killer, and the focus is once again on the creeping tension and the mute inscrutability of Michael Myers. John Carpenter is even back to do the score for this one. So, how does the rather confusingly titled Halloween—the third one in the series to be called that—hold up?

For the most, pretty good—the first film in 35-odd years to match the original. From the outset, as we’re greeted with an odd and discomforting asylum setting that still feels stuck in the seventies, the film does the right thing by emphasizing the sheer incomprehensibility of Michael Myer’s sadistic and ‘pure evil’ mind. Characters want to understand him, get him to communicate…but there’s simply nothing to grab onto. Immediately, it earns solid points for re-establishing the creepy psychological elements from the first. Michael here isn’t some misunderstood child of an abusive family as in the Rob Zombie version, nor is the puppet of a bizarre pagan cult as in the shitty sequels to the first—he’s there to kill, for amusement or something else, and he wastes no time in getting back to work. He's also not explicitly supernatural this time, having aged and still carrying scars, creating just about the right level of verisimilitude.

Jamie Lee Curtis is amazing here, with her character having spent forty years preparing and fortifying, at the cost of her crumbling familial relationships. She truly sells her character as a survivor of a horrific scenario, and watching her desperately try to track and react to Michael’s rampage draws you in all the more for it. The rest of the cast sees Judy Greer and Andi Matichak as Laurie’s daughter and granddaughter respectively, who do reasonably fine jobs. The supporting cast is a bit more mixed—there’s the typical archetypal teen characters whose fates are pretty obvious. Will Patton plays a cop who was there on the 1978 night, who also does a good job of being sympathetic, and Haluk Biligner plays Dr. Sartain, a replacement of sorts for the iconic Donald Pleasance’s Dr. Loomis.

Once Michael hits the town of Haddonfield, there’s a lot of fun and scares as he goes about his business, even if some were unfortunately spoiled by the trailers. There’s some great tracking shots as he starts entering homes without breaking a stride, and the sheer inhuman way by which he goes about things highlights what made his character so iconic. It’s all highlighted by Carpenter’s score—and as someone who loves his music, this is heavenly. It has similarities to the original, and obviously draws on its main theme; but it has a more complex, layered sound, more low pulsing notes, and use of electric guitar. In some ways, it’s more reminiscent of Carpenter's scores for The Fog and Escape From New York, and the synth elements of Morricone's score for The Thing.

The film isn’t perfect—some plot ideas are raised but not really fully followed upon, and there’s some kinda goofy moments mixed with typical teen antics that sort of trip up the mood. Nor does it really do anything that new, strictly speaking—the plot and setup are fairly conventional, but what sets it apart is that it’s the first of its kind, at least in a while, to do it actually pretty damn well. But the final sequence is wracked with classic Carpenter-style tension—there’s the usual visual callbacks to the original throughout, but often with a new spin on them.

Overall, Halloween 2018 (or Halloween H40 as some fans dub it) is a welcome return to form for blood-soaked horror movies, and a worthy salute to John Carpenter’s legacy. Inevitably there’ll be another one, and hopefully it’ll keep things up. Maybe even they’ll return to the anthology format they attempted to kickstart with Halloween III. But I definitely recommend it for horror fans or fans of the original—once more do we return to the chill of being stalked by an indecipherable Shape in suburban streets on a cold, darkening Halloween night. Check it out.

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