The words "a Rob Zombie film" and the fact that I'm not particularly fond of John Carpenter's original Halloween did not deter me from going to see Zombie's remake of the 1978 slasher film. It's two hours of innocent people getting gruesomely hacked to death (as well as slaughtered in other horrifying ways) by a masked psychopath with no emotion or an ounce of human decency—what's not to like about a movie like this, really? Besides, Malcolm McDowell shows up, supposedly lending the project some artistic cred. (But is that cancelled out by the fact that he starred in Firestarter 2: Rainbird?)
This Halloween pretty much replicates the plot and carnage from the first movie, but with Zombie's deft and convincing directorial vision. And an hour-long first act is tagged on in order to humanize the crazed killer, Michael Meyers, delving into his grotesque white-trash childhood and documenting his murderous antics at the age of 10—four people beaten or stabbed to death by his young hand.
It's all relentless and pretty overwhelming, so I checked out mentally early on.
Cultural critics lambast films like Halloween for having no redeeming social value and contributing to the delinquency of minors. And I'm not talking about social conservatives or pioneers in the family values movement. I'm referring to the denizens of pop culture, the scholars of art in all its forms, people like you and me.
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