There are rules to slasher flicks. Certain things MUST happen. Like teenage girls running around in their underwear while the slasher fiend stalks them down (never running mind you) and kills everyone except the heroine of the film.

Halloween is no exception to those rules, hell, it damn-well established those rules, and is essentially the granddaddy of all slasher flicks. But unlike so many directors who would follow in his footsteps, John Carpenter got the formula right.

Michael Meyers doesn't…