The franchise hits rock bottom (for now... still got a few to go) but Donald Pleasence remains immensily and maybe even increasingly entertaining as Dr. Loomis, an entity to match Micheal Myers blow for blow in monomania and tendency to leave a trail of corpses in their tow.
People trying to run away from wind.
Ominous music over shots of nature, of wind rustling through plants.
People committing suicide for shock value, over and over and over again. Even the movie seems to make fun of itself—a person starts a lawnmower and lays in its path, another is dismembered by lions in view of a crowd of people. Incidentally, why are those people, close enough to film the death in all its gory detail, unaffected by the neurotoxin?…