He was hiding…where? Oh, you have to got to be fucking kidding me!
You know, when you plan on confining a notorious mass murderer in order to burn his sorry ass to death, you would think to make sure you didn’t leave anything to chance. No loopholes, no unforeseen areas where he could easily hide and protect himself. You would think all of this would have come into consideration at some point during what I would hope was extensive planning.
I mean, for Christ’s sake, Laurie Strode had, what, 40 fucking years to prepare for this moment and she still fucked it up? Good God, man. What the hell are we doing here?
At the end of the 2018 revisionist Halloween sequel Michael Myers finally looked like a goner. Trapped in Laurie’s cabin basement while a deliberate gas-induced inferno surrounds him, one minute we see him hopelessly staring up, the next…hey, where did he go?
In Halloween Kills, a direct follow-up with far less intensity but a lot more death (the overall body count tied in to a certain date, wink wink), we get our answer. And then, a whole bunch of firemen get hacked to bits in a horror scene, one of several in fact, that feels more suited for an action film. Of course, none of them attack him at once, so in mere seconds, he adds 11 more to the ongoing body count. You’d think he’d have his fill already.
In the meantime, once again, Laurie is headed for the hospital with a nasty stab wound in her stomach. She survives the emergency surgery and eventually finds herself with a familiar roommate, Sheriff Hawkins (the always reliable Will Patton), an old flame with his own traumatic history, first noted in the previous installment, which is expanded upon here.
In a reimagined flashback sequence from 1978, Hawkins (Thomas Mann), a rookie cop, and his doomed partner come into contact with the villain in his old, now abandoned childhood home. As the masked man grabs a human shield and refuses to heed commands, Hawkins pulls the trigger.
But his aim is poo. It doesn’t matter anyway because Myers is soon apprehended. And thanks to a split-second intervention, there’s a magically revived Dr. Loomis (actually, the film’s art director Tom Jones Jr. with only a hint of prosthetics and his voice dubbed by Colin Mahan, a startling effect) stymied from finishing the job he started.
Later on we see the aftermath. Feeling extraordinary guilt for his unintentional fuck-up, Hawkins learns an important lesson the hard way. Always have a good cover story because, you know, people won’t trust the word of cops, even if you have the best of intentions. Um, ok. It’s a curious moment because I’m pretty sure the citizens of Haddonfield, despite their rage and despair, would’ve been instantly sympathetic to his misfortune. He really was trying to do the right thing.
In a moment of clarity as we forward back into the present, Laurie, recuperating in the hospital, rightly beats herself up for not locking down that goddamn tool shed. And then new roommate Hawkins chimes in, questionably asserting that he shouldn’t have prevented an extrajudicial assassination. But I thought The Shape couldn’t be killed anyway. “If we only knew then what we know now,” he belatedly concludes.
It’s been a few years since I screened the earlier film so I had forgotten about Myers attacking Hawkins and leaving him behind to focus on other victims. In this movie, a teenage boy finds him out cold with a serious neck wound and as he tends to him, the man suddenly awakens (how is he still alive?) with only one thing on his mind:
“He needs to die.”
As The Shape continues his killing spree, we are reintroduced to characters from the past, many of them destined to be sliced and diced into oblivion. The two kids Laurie was babysitting in the original Halloween are now middle-aged and having a good old time in a local pub on an appropriately themed open mic night.
Replacing Paul Rudd from The Curse Of Michael Myers, Tommy is now portrayed by the intense-looking Anthony Michael Hall who gets on stage and basically freaks out the crowd about his own personal connection to the history of The Haddonfield Boogeyman. For a brief moment (and there will be a few others), the movie shows faint signs of intelligence (Hall is good here as he is in general), but that will pass.
And then there’s his old pal Lindsey (Milfy Real Housewife Kyle Richards reprising the role she originated as a kid) who will once again come face-to-face with the madman himself. Let’s just say she’s a lot smarter than the rest of the victims. And a bit lucky.
Have to admit it’s a small delight to see the return of Sheriff Brackett (Charles Cypher once again), now a grumpy security guard at the hospital with his own longstanding grudge against The Shape. And hey, there’s Marion (Nancy Stephens), the nurse who drives Dr. Loomis to the mental institution in the 1978 original who’s already been killed off once in this series. She didn’t learn anything from that experience. I mean, why are you shooting out car windows, you dummy?
If you recall from the 2018 Halloween, Myers escapes from a bus crash during a botched prison transfer. A news bulletin goes out that reveals another inmate is also on the run. Tommy doesn’t realize it’s this guy, not The Shape, who he confronts without seeing him through the steamed up windows after he’s discovered hiding in someone else’s car outside the pub.
The movie doesn’t fill in the blanks on the other convict’s back history which I suspect is on purpose considering his own fate. As a bunch of concerned Haddonfield residents descend upon the overwhelmed local hospital (victims keep being gurneyed in every so often) demanding answers, Tommy foolishly whips them all up into a frenzy and soon they’re all brainlessly chanting in unison, “Evil dies tonight.”
When the other missing convict suddenly shows up begging for help, they inevitably think it’s Myers without his mask and the chase is on. The man is left with no choice but to end things on his own terms.
Emblematic of its overall arc, it’s here the film feels simultaneously heavy handed and yet emotionally underwhelming with its messaging as Laurie’s daughter Karen (why is cute Judy Greer wearing a Christmas sweater on Halloween night?), the only one who tried to protect the man and reason in vain with the determinedly feverish mob, points out in passing the collective corruption of such impulsive idiocy. We have no investment in his survival and therefore when the movie forgets about him, so do we. And the mob remains undeterred.
A plan is eventually hatched to once again lure Myers into a metaphorical corner where a number of residents will be cashing in some long delayed receipts and once again, just when they think he’s dead, he pulls an Undertaker, they refuse to jump him at the same time, more mayhem ensues and he’s able to skunk away like he hasn’t taken any punishment whatsoever.
Ah yes, like the old school Dead Man, that third act finale aside, when he’s not stabbing, slamming, choking or blocking, Michael Myers is the king of the no-sell, furthering his ongoing mythology as something more nefarious than “a mortal man”, which I’ve always thought was a weak argument for his continuing existence.
Because what made the original character so frightening was not his invincibility, it was his meticulous planning, his zen-like patience and his paraphelia, his unnaturally insatiable excitement for killing people. He’s not a rapist, that’s not what thrills him. It’s the exterminating, the extinguishing, the snuffing out of distracted innocence, starting with his older, topless sister in 1963.
You’ll note in the 1978 Halloween the scene where Laurie goes across the street, climbs up the stairs and spots one of her dead friends sprawled out on a bed. The tombstone of Judith Myers is clearly in view, the symbolism unmistakable. He’s been reliving the exhilaration of that first kill, hoping to find victims who remind him of his sister. He’s like a heroin addict forever chasing that first high.
True, he doesn’t just kill teenage girls, but the other victims are simply a means to an end. He needs to replace his hospital gown so that mechanic needs to die. PJ Soles’ boyfriend is puttering around in the kitchen, so that witness needs to be taken down, although there clearly is pride in how he eliminates him with just one thrust.
However, ever since then, most especially in this movie, Myers has been watered down into basically another Jason Voorhees. He no longer discriminates. Anybody he comes in contact with now is not safe, not kids, not the elderly, not especially the gay couple now living in his old family home. Apparently, they finally found a couple of suckers willing to pay.
I don’t know about you but I’ve certainly had enough of characters exercising no common sense or good judgment whenever they sense his nearby presence. Consider Big John (Scott MacArthur) and Little John (Mad TV’s Michael McDonald), the aforementioned gay couple. After falling for a transparent prank from some neighbourhood bullies, there’s suddenly a knock on their back door and then their front door.
When Big John asks Little John if he locked the back door after he discovered no one was outside, the mortified look on his face tells you everything you need to know. He doesn’t have to say a goddamn thing.
And then, as they hear the footsteps upstairs, instead of running for zee hills, what does Big John do? He locks the front door. You’re like half his size, numb nuts. Cute boxers, though.
They are not the only ones who should’ve done the opposite. For here comes Laurie’s granddaughter Allyson (lovely Andi Matichak back for another round), her off-again/on-again flame Cameron (Dylan Arnold) and his dad Lonnie (Robert Longstreet), Tommy’s former bully from the 1978 original and now a close drinking buddy. (Their last name, though.)
I’m not sure if they’re supposed to be part of the plan meant to nab the elusive Myers but by God, they did not think this out very clearly. And to make things worse, they acknowledge this. (“This is so fucked up.”) When he was a kid, Lonnie lied about sneaking into the old Myers home on a dare. All these years later, he should’ve kept trusting his fear.
As a gunshot goes off, here comes Allyson and Cameron ignoring his edict to stay in the car. Up on the second floor, Cameron knows he’s hiding in the closet. We know he’s hiding in the closet. Myers is already one step ahead of him.
Halloween Kills was all set to go in the fall of 2020 but then COVID-19 derailed any plans for a wide scale theatrical release. Universal Pictures, which has distributed most of the sequels, sat on it for a full year before unveiling it last October.
That delay paid off. The franchise continues to reap large albeit undeserved profits and unlike its predecessor, there is no ambiguity about its future. But will that future allow far more screen time for Jamie Lee Curtis? She spends half this movie in bed, far away from the action and often asleep, completely convinced her nightmare is over.
Then, Tommy spoils everything by rushing in to tell her the truth. Not in any shape to walk around, let alone go toe-to-toe one last time with her stubbornly persistent nemesis, she’s reduced to cheerleading and advocacy from a much safer distance. This is about as effective a strategy as trapping a guy in your basement without locking down that goddamn tool shed.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Tuesday, May 31, 2022
7:18 p.m.