John Carpenter’s original 1978 Halloween is a masterclass in how formidable simplicity can be. The premise is minimal, the villain is entirely elemental, the storytelling taut and economical. Not a single frame is wasted, and as a result, the film retains its potency to terrify forty-three years later. But Halloween Kills, the second sequel in a rebooted timeline that ignores all the numerous Halloween sequels that followed Carpenter’s original, can’t help but overcomplicate something that’s rather designed as something that should be straightforward. It does briefly try its hand at it, though: After an extended prologue set in 1978 that finds the one angle on the original story that hasn’t been done to death (don’t worry, the movie will find a way to finish that off when it’s all said and done), director David Gordon Green places us back where his 2018 Halloween left off with brisk, efficient scene-setting cuts. Very soon, however, he succumbs to the temptation to try to make these functional edits funny as well. And that’s where this overstuffed, overwrought, insincere, movie begins to go wrong.
It was much talked about during the lead of its release that the 2018 Halloween was really “about” trauma, and that Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis) and her lifelong mission to destroy Michael Myers was a love letter to survivors. If this argument was ever earnest — and this film calls that into question — Halloween Kills drowns it in what, if you peel back a few layers of moralizing and nostalgia bait, is a savage bloodbath. The problem isn’t that Halloween Kills is about nothing more than brutal nihilism, though; that’s a perfectly acceptable thing for a horror movie to be. It’s that it tries to be about so many things on top of such nihilism that it loses its grip quite quickly.
It’s in this go around, where Laurie and her family plumb the depths of their sadness, but it’s only one note in a discordant symphony, one where all the instruments are playing at once. The movie is trying to do so much, both thematically and narratively, that Laurie, her daughter, Karen (Judy Greer), and her granddaughter, Allyson (Andi Matichak), end up becoming minor characters in their own story. Green and company might have meant well in having scenes where Karen shakes and sobs with grief, or Laurie seizes up in emotional agony when she discovers that, once again, she has failed to kill the boogeyman. But the tonal shifts in this movie swing so wildly and imprecisely that the actors’ performances end up hitting a dead-end; making things feel narratively hollow and emotionally bereft.
What Halloween Kills does deliver though, is gore — if you’re coming to this movie to see splatter, then you’re going to get it. The Michael in this film is especially sadistic, even for a Halloween sequel. He’s fond of stabbing, smashing, bludgeoning, and slicing necks and faces, and the camera lingers on the characters as their eyes go wide with fear and they choke to death on their own blood. The body count in this film is somewhere north of twenty people, and the dialogue works in an exact number of the dead whenever possible. But Halloween Kills can’t just leave the viewer to the pleasure of fictional bloodlust, randomly emphasizing the gravity of some deaths while playing others for laughs. Life is cheap in Halloween Kills — unless it’s precious.
One of the messier and more faithless subplots in the movie brings back the child survivors from the original Halloween. This group of damaged fortysomethings — featuring Kyle Richards as Lindsey and Nancy Stephens as Marion, a nurse from the first film — is led by little Tommy Wallace (Anthony Michael Hall), now big and tough and slinging a baseball bat over one shoulder. It’s a sort of sweet notion when Tommy promises Laurie that, just as she protected him forty years ago, he will protect her. And the image of a drunken mob pouring out of a bar with vengeance on its mind might be something — if still something we’ve seen before, in one of those later Halloween sequels Green’s series likes to pretend didn’t happen. (Here, again, Halloween Kills tries to have it both ways, lifting plot points and inserting Easter eggs from the same movies it wants to retcon out of existence.) But with the introduction of Chekov’s escaped mental patient soon thereafter, it’s obvious that Halloween Kills is trying to make an actual point about vigilantism — one that it convolutes and contradicts up to a gigantic whiff of an attempt at critiquing police corruption.
As the movie plunges deeper into a death spiral that’s both literal and narrative, you begin to realize that Michael Myers is the protagonist of this movie, not Laurie Strode. It’s not about mob justice or intergenerational trauma or any of the other thematic territory it’s tossed off along the way. It’s about cheering when Michael stabs a guy in the heart, reveling in a brief, primal moment of catharsis as we celebrate the fact that these people are dead and we are alive. That acknowledgement is the first — and only — honest thing about this movie. Fraught with unrealized themes and a general sloppiness, Halloween Kills never truly finds itself amongst the viscera; biting off far more than it can chew.
Grade: C
Halloween Kills is playing in Theaters nationwide and available to stream on Peacock
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