Zombos Says: Fair
Half-way into the movie I started to wonder why I wasn't feeling the love. Where was the lingering taste of candy corn on my lips, the smell of burning pumpkin innards, charred by candle flame, in my nose? Certainly there was no suspense, or even anticipation of it, from the unstoppable bogeyman as I watched Rob Zombie's re-imagining of John Carpenter's 1978 retelling of The Hook urban legend, Halloween. Of course, Zombie didn't have actors like Jamie Lee Curtis or Donald Pleasence to bolster his story, but since he spent much of the film focused on the unkempt Daeg Faerch as the young Michael Myers, perhaps that's a moot point. Or maybe not?
Making Myers more psychotic serial killer than ghost-like supernatural force to reckon with may be the cinematic equivalent of getting toothpaste and dental floss in your trick or treat bag instead of mouth-watering chocolates and sugary sweets. With Zombie's penchant for dysfunctional, white-trash families, and potty-mouthed, libidinous characters you really really don't care about, and lingering stares at his all too familiar blood-splattered tableaus, the hairs-rising-on-the-back-of-your-neck quality of the original story has been carved out and replaced with the pedestrian graphic violence prevalent in today's horror repertoire.
Subtlety is not one of Zombie's stronger directorial abilities. He prefers to show everything, raw and bloody, and provide a rationale for why Michael Myers slices and dices like crazy. With a stripper for a mom, a Bowery bum for a father, a very loose unsisterly sister, and school chums that despise him with a passion, Michael will either become a born-again Christian, or a serial killer. While some may argue both cases can be the subject for a horror film, Zombie chooses the latter, and promptly drains the Jack-O-Lantern life out of the franchise.
The adversarial quality of Carpenter's film, exemplified by Jamie Lee Curtis struggling to survive the normally festive Halloween night, and Donald Pleasence earnestly warning of the bogeyman, sustained the tension and suspense of Michael's return to Haddonfield. Zombie erases this adversarial plotline by perfunctorily moving from sex-romping victim to sex-romping victim in well-orchestrated, but uninvolving mayhem as Michael goes after his now grown up baby sister. There is no anticipation of violence here, and therefore no suspense or real scares from the unexpected. Michael kills anything in sight so knowing what he's going to do next is a no-brainer. He's going to kill everyone in sight. Ho-hum.
Malcolm McDowell's Dr. Loomis is more social worker than psychiatrist, and doesn't have the vulnerability that made Donald Pleasence's more fearful Loomis more interesting. When McDowell tells Michael—after the body count has been steadily rising—that "I've failed you," I thought to myself "Ya think?" Zombie's Dr. Loomis laments why Michael is so screwed up he can't be helped; Carpenter's Dr. Loomis realizes Michael is just plain evil, he's dangerous, and needs to be locked away forever. Which one do you think would sustain more tension in the storyline?
The trend toward making serial killers humongous in stature also works against subtlety here. Tyler Mane's Michael Myers is visually imposing, but evil is most devilish when it comes in average height. And how the hell did little Mikey grow so big anyway? Mask-making is hardly a resistance-exercise, and that's all he did in his little cell; make paper-maché masks of all kinds to hide his face.
Zombie does toss in a few nods to the original film, and makes good use of the original soundtrack. There's also a nod to his former band, White Zombie, as Murder Legendre briefly pops up on a television screen. Zombie continues this theme as classic horror movies appear on television screens here and there. Numerous cameos include Micky Dolenz and Sid Haig.
Zombie knows his craft, but relies on trash-violence and unsavory characters to tell his story every time, demeaning the level of artistry Carpenter showed in the original. Giving Michael Myers a sordid background, filled with animal cruelty and vicious murder, removes the mystery behind the mask, making this just another slasher film whose action could have taken place at any time during the year. But this movie’s monster is supposed to be the Halloween bogeyman, damn it.
Re-imaginings like these make us realize what makes a classic so classic. That, at least, is a good thing.
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