Halloween Kills

As a sequel to the deliciously absurd 2018 resurrection, it's a ponderous bore, far-too-intermittently broken up by spurts of the franchise's signature gore.

Halloween Kills is an ugly, messy film. It's a little depressing to learn that yet another sequel is supposedly in the works.

Halloween Kills fails to resurrect the franchise.

Perhaps the biggest sin is that it doesn't feel like a movie. "Halloween Kills" is a board-clearing pit stop.

This one shows no reduction in the blood-letting and those who appreciate a garnishing of gallows humour with the gore will find Myers' modus operandi as ingenious as ever. But I can't see it winning over a host of new converts.

Its thinks it has an idea, but it would have been nice to been frightened.

To use Goya’s words, “the sleep of reason produces monsters,” and Michael Myers is the Fear that we all carry within us, and that we come face to face every day, when we look at ourselves in the mirror.

John Carpenter had a sense of pacing which heightened the tension with judicious kills whereas “Halloween Kills” is all chaos cinema and Beauty and the Beast’s Mob Song without the music.

Never was there a film truer to its name. They’re sliced up with kitchen knives, hollowed out with a fluorescent strip light, bisected with a chain saw and impaled on banisters. The body count is phenomenal. We love this stuff. You know we do.

The entire story is Michael Myers kills stupid people who chase him.