Halloween: Resurrection ½

5

Never have any of the Mount Rushmore Slasher franchises stooped so low. Bottom-of-the-barrel trash. Front to back, a disgrace to a series that so adequately "ended" with Halloween: H20. Rick Rosenthal's exceptional work on Halloween 2 must've been a real fluke, because he doesn't have any idea what he's doing here. Nonsensical form and content - a movie that yearns for Michael Myers to burst through your own door so he can take you out of your misery. From aesthetic to narrative, this is one reboot that is so blatantly sick of its origins, as if it's embarrassed to exist. Well, consider myself embarrassed too.

Five measly points awarded to Busta Rhymes, who I can never really hate because he made Genesis. He also has a mean roundhouse kick.