Ben Nash’s review published on Letterboxd:
Perfectly encapsulates Carpenter's cinephilic preoccupations, playfully transposing Hitchockian aesthetics and the master of suspense's devilish sense of humour - right down to the Herrmannesque sting as Michael's sister switches off the light - onto the landscape of suburbia. Norman Bates is reborn as nemesis in the form of Michael Myers, signalling that evil is tired of waiting in the back-alleys and side-roads and is now coming for you. His arrival sparks an electric, almost tangible excitement for the night to come, eventually bubbling over, breaking down the walls (both figurative and literal when Michael begins his rampage) of small-town middle America to reveal a Hellscape of violence, sexual rage and sheer unbridled horror. Goofy, joyous, fucking terrifying!