ing for me to attempt to relate,
suffice to say we end up with
more questions than answers.
The film is an improvement
on its immediate predecessor,
though pouring acid in your
eyes would be an improvement
over watching the fifth installment. Gone is the ugly lighting,
handheld camera and comic
relief cops. To its credit, it does
try to tie things in with the first
film. Rudd’s landlady reveals
herself as the babysitter of Myers on that fateful night in 1963
and there are visual callbacks,
such as a young boy dropping a
pumpkin upon sighting Myers.
Despite this, it’s still a relentlessly dull affair which suffers from a
lack of focus. There are too many
characters who you know won’t
be killed off and Pleasence’s role
is little more than a bit part due
to his ill health (he passed away
just after wrapping up shooting).
By trying to create a back-story
for Myers, the producers were
digging themselves into a hole
and the wise decision was made
to write off this mythology for
the far more successful seventh
installment.
the wise decision was made to write
off this mythology for the far more
successful seventh installment
2 stars out of 5
NewJerseyStage.com
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