Halloween: Resurrection (2002)

Best movie ever!

It's the kind of movie you'll want to see a second time with someone who hasn't seen it yet, to remember what it was like to watch it for the first time.

The tone of this movie is interesting -- the stakes are both dramatic and high, but it's balanced with a lot of fun, tongue and cheek dialogue.

It is neither dumb nor smart enough to be fun, and spends way too much time with its boring human characters.

I fully understand all of the negative reviews but in my opinion Halloween: Resurrection is, in fact, one of the better editions to the series. Halloween took a quick dive after the first sequel, the third film in the series being nearly unrelated to the rest (not that I hated it- in fact I quite enjoyed it), and then the fourth, fifth and sixth being particularly bad films on their own right, even disregarding the understandable shadow of their origin material. Halloween has always had a troubled and rocky journey as one of the big grossing horror franchises to come out of the time period along with A Nightmare on Elm Street and Friday the 13th. In my humble opinion, this, the eighth film in the series, does what none of the others did- bring a lighthearted campiness to the series. Halloween H20, the preceding sequel, was inordinately well done and quite unexpected, but I think that by the time you reach the 8th film in the series you're expecting little other than some laughs, corniness and maybe a few new and exciting kills. This is what worked so well for Friday the 13th and A Nightmare on Elm Street, but what Halloween had refused to do. All throughout the series, Halloween obstinately stuck to an atmosphere of seriousness, always giving us a straightforward story, never being jovial or satirical until now. This movie may not be the best- the characters can be quite forgettable, the story line is mediocre at best, and the found footage cuts are of low quality and therefore unenjoyable to see on screen. Despite all of this I think that Halloween: Resurrection far surpasses much of the other trash to come from this franchise. And it has Busta Rhymes in it. By the time you reach the eighth film of a horror series what more could you realistically ask for?

This was bad!I knew it was gonna be bad,but not this bad.But,as with every movie,there is some good.I thought two kills were pretty good,at times the characters were smart,and they had some chemistry.Last pro,the plot,I know it could be considered really stupid,but I think it is decent and kind of realistic,I mean in real life there would totally be a reality show about a serial killer's past.Now,the cons,the characters,they were very generic,unlikable,and annoying,and badly acted.The beginning,it is very convoluted and a disgrace to the previous movie.The ending is also very stupid.The kills,all suspense is gone and the kills are pretty generic too.The humor,it doesn't work at all.The biggest and last con,the overall tone,it feels cheap,generic,not scary,unfunny,and like a direct to DVD or TV movie.Halloween:Resurrection is easily one of the worst in the franchise,though it has a few redeeming qualities,I would say skip it.

It comes as little surprise that HALLOWEEN: RESURRECTION was the last film in the long-running HALLOWEEN series (except for the new Rob Zombie 're-imaginings'). It's a real stinker of a movie, totally devoid of any kind of originality and playing out its storyline with an inane mix of seriousness and goofiness, never really working as a straight film or a spoof. It's heavily indebted to two films: SCREAM, what with the self referencing and the self-aware nature of the hidden cameras, internet webcams etc., and THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT, with lots of mock-grainy video camera footage used in an attempt at atmospheric scares.HALLOWEEN: RESURRECTION begins in a totally unacceptable way: by killing Jamie Lee Curtis' character, Laurie Strode. Apparently, Curtis only agreed to appear if she would be killed off, so the scriptwriter decided to have her do something extremely stupid (and anybody who knows her character, especially from the first film, would know that she would never do something this crazy). Once that unpleasantness is out of the way, we're back into the predictable teen slasher mould, with a bunch of teenagers hooked up in the Myers house, having sex and smoking drugs until Myers himself turns up to bump them off. This film tries to update the plot into the internet age, so characters use palm-top computers and communicate online rather in real life, although oddly nobody seems to use a mobile phone much. It's all rather pointless.The stalk 'n' slash sequences are amusing rather than frightening, and the cheesy gore effects are just that: all effect, all put on, without any impact. There's also one of the dumbest-looking severed head gags I've seen in a movie. The teen cast is pretty awful, with the ladies particularly ill-represented. Bianca Kajlich is an uninteresting heroine, and the rest of the girls are either bimbos or, in the worst case, Tyra Banks. Not that the guys fare much better: the two familiar cast members are American PIE's Thomas Ian Nicholas (he's offed quickly in a gag ripped from HOUSE) and black rapper Busta Rhymes, whose kung fu schtick come the climax is frankly embarrassing. This time around, Myers isn't in the least bit frightening, and he's played by a stuntman who should have stuck to doing stunts rather than trying to act menacing. The only decent thing about this film is the classic HALLOWEEN music, and even that was better in the original.

Like an old man trying to understand how to use their grandchild's tablet, Resurrection is an irony riddled attempt from a film in 2002 trying to defibrillate a franchise started in 1978. Given this is the eighth and last of the canon series, it seems fitting for the man that started it all returning to end it. Not Carpenter of course, but Rosenthal who directed the pleasantly fine second entry that helped popularize the killer that just refuses to kick the bucket.Also returning is finish things is Jamie Lee Curtis who firmly ended her relationship with the franchise by dying in the prologue. Much like the prior film of comically beating Myers' butt, Jamie is ready for round eight but shockingly, and rather limply, loses in a scenario reminiscent of Halloween 2.But here lies the problem, whether it be supernatural orders found in the dreadful and oft skipped 'Thorn trilogy' or simple cinematic storytelling, Michael Myers did it. He achieved his goal, his mission in life, his series story arc in murdering his entire family. In effect he has no meaning to exist, which cements him in the same position of Jason Voorhees and Freddy Krueger who were all having so much fun they forget why they even started.Who do we have now? Who knows, I sure can't remember the forgettable cast of fodder this time around. Save for Tyra Banks in a small throwaway role and Busta "Trick or treat, motherf***er" Rhymes as the man to canonically take down the Shape for the last time. No real threat since Paul Rudd also accomplished that. Those two (Banks and Rhymes) working together on an online reality show exploring spooky tourist attractions leads to uninspired and poorly directed portable camera portions that resemble the found footage craze that boomed before and then after this film.There also happens to be two characters that watch this at a Halloween party and aiding in the protagonist's survival, absurdly but entertainingly they wear Pulp Fiction costumes the entire film. As bizarre as it is to see a white guy try to act serious watching live murders while wearing an afro and goatee, it's pretty great to see recognizable costumes on screen.Mentioning Jason and Freddy before, it's strange to witness the ends of these franchises. Even with reboots and rebirths, it's still morbidly curious to see just how confident and desperate studios were to maintain a franchise with no regard to quality or quantity. Fittingly the franchises end up resembling the icons themselves, disfigured and devolved yet still lurching onward. But more so, that it's the masks that instilled that magic, like the people embodying those killers, it's the directors, actors, producers, and studios that regularly rotate to wearing them. Copycat killers trying their best, or not, to score their name crudely alongside the originators by rekindling the legacy.