He may be killed off time and time again, but the closure so many of the Halloween films offer is in vain. There is no end. Michael Myers will march on forever. A commodity passed from generation to generation as a timeless reminder that, no matter how good an original piece of work may be, the dainty copies that follow it are never fit to head up the first outing. Rare it may be for a sequel to exceed the qualities of the first, but rarer still is it for the eighth instalment to grace us with anything of quality. Did Freddy Kreuger, Jason Vorhees or Pinhead offer the same? No. They did not. Halloween: Resurrection is an almost immediate revival of the series, Halloween H20: 20 Years Later had the good grace to lob his head off.
Harsh it may be to drag Jamie Lee Curtis into this feature just to bump her off in the opening moments, it does show a desire for a clean break. Another one. A beginning for the series that bids farewell to these characters once and for all, just like the previous instalment. Halloween: Resurrection would be less agonising if it weren’t for the consistent tone it takes in teasing its audience with the idea that they’re onto something. That they have discovered some new scope or tremendous opportunity to take the series to the next level is nonsense. To pose such thoughts is ridiculous, and Halloween: Resurrection is just that. A tirade against sensible choices, a fascination with tearing the series and the status quo apart, but with no clear replacement in sight.
Rick Rosenthal, who directed Curtis in Halloween II, should know better. His inclusion in the project is questionable and feels quite foul. It is not as if his presence is felt. If it were, Halloween: Resurrection would be far stronger than it is. Instead, a new cast of nobodies are shunted into the predictable elements of the slasher, but with the downside being a 21st-century pang of influence. The early 2000s are a grim period, grimmer still than the darker days of Paul Rudd and Donald Pleasence starring in the latter days of the Halloween offerings of 1990 and beyond. Those are the glory days, in hindsight. Those days where the series was not quite trying. There was no need to be taken seriously, and an acceptance of being laughed at was as warm as it is stupid.
That is Halloween: Resurrection, though. Stupid. Ironic it may be that the film set on resurrecting the series is the one that killed it off before Rob Zombie got his hands on it, it does not forgive the film for its many bad decisions and brutally foolish mistakes. Amateurish performances and a new cast of nobodies are meant to take audiences through the new era of the Michael Myers story. Look how far we have come, and how little we have learned. Myers will reign as a prolific villain. A basic one. Perhaps even as a strong one, even with so many trying to stop him in his tracks, intentionally or not.