
Tonight I watched Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers. For the first time ever. In a movie theater. At midnight. On a 35mm film print. With every single cent of the proceeds being donated to charity. It was fucking fantastic. As the pages of this blog can attest to, I tend to overdo it on the whole getting-into-the-spirit-of-Halloween thing and then burn out fairly quickly, but this experience really restored my faith in the best damn day of the year just in time to celebrate it properly. But I digress. Let’s talk about the film.
Halloween 4 picks up right where Halloween 2 left off. Odd, I know. Somehow, both Michael Myers and Dr. Loomis survived the—you’ve seen Halloween 2; this isn’t a spoiler—fiery explosion at the Haddonfield Memorial Hospital and Michael has returned (again) to wreak havoc on his old hometown. Dr Loomis, being his Ahab, has returned (again) to stop him. It’s a contrived plot that devalues everything that made the end of the previous film (which, as we established, you’ve seen) so powerful, but… what the hell? I can suspend my disbelief.
My first impression of the film was: wow, this is a massive step down. The first two Halloween flicks are as close to high art as the traditional slasher formula can really get, and this… this is pretty paint by numbers. It isn’t clever enough to be Michael and it isn’t gory enough to be Jason. It’s just some weird hybridization of the two. I’d been warned more than once not to see the Halloween sequels, and it seems pretty obvious why.
That was my first impression.
As the film went on, I fell in love with it. I stopped expecting something as inventive and ingenious as the film’s older brothers, and began to realize that I was sitting in a theater—a jam-packed theater, might I add, even though the showing took place on a rainy night in a town with a scant 3,255 people—watching fucking Halloween 4. It was in that moment that my inhibitions lowered and I accepted the film for what it was: a fun, if somewhat unspectacular, continuation of one of my favorite cinematic narratives that had a fantastic ending and brought the series full circle. Exactly what a film called Halloween 4 should be.
But, more importantly, it was just a wonderful halloween film. It nailed the feel of the season so perfectly and reminded me of everything that I like about scary movies. It made me want to rush home and marathon view all of my old favorites in a way that I haven’t felt like doing in years! It made me feel like a kid again, to be perfectly honest. And I’ve been needing that sort of shot in the arm for a while now. I feel great. Horror movies rock.
Happy almost Halloween, everyone. Enjoy it!