HALLOWEEN: RESURRECTION. 2002. DIRECTED BY RICK ROSENTHAL. STARRING JAMIE LEE CURTIS, BRAD LOREE, BUSTA RHYMES AND TYRA BANKS. REVIEW BY SANDRA HARRIS. ©
This film is great craic, as we say here in Ireland. (That means fun…!) It’s the eighth instalment in the superb series of HALLOWEEN horror films, and this one was directed by the chap who directed HALLOWEEN 2 back in 1981, which I think is kind of cool. And I know cool when I see it, haha…!
It’s kind of like two films in one, really. The first quarter of the film sees Laurie Strode, played by Jamie Lee Curtis, facing off against her deranged brother Michael Myers once more.
This time, the setting is the psychiatric hospital in which Laurie has been incarcerated since she decapitated a paramedic three years ago, mistakenly believing him to be her brother. Ooopsies. Sure, what harm? It’s an easy mistake to make…!
Does pure evil prevail when the siblings come face-to-mask once more? I can’t tell you, even if you try to tickle it out of me, because that would be a pretty big spoiler, and I don’t roll that way. Well, I sometimes roll that way, but not today.
During the next three-quarters of the film, you’d almost be forgiven for thinking you’d tuned into a different movie. It’s still good, though. This time around, we’re back in the old Myers house in Michael’s and Laurie’s home town of Haddonfield.
The house is in a terrible state of disrepair by now, which makes it the perfect location for an Internet reality show in which six young people hole up inside it over Halloween and try to figure out what drove Michael Myers to kill.
Well, okay, if they think that they can succeed where the police and the psychiatrists failed, who are we to argue? Let ‘em knock themselves out, that’s what I say.
The students are so uniformly horrible, fame-hungry and annoying that I doubt if any of the viewers are too upset when Michael Myers shows up and starts to murder them one by one in increasingly imaginative ways.
One of these ways is so unpleasant that it gives me the willies to even think about it, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t write about it here.
Busta Rhymes is a good laugh as the mastermind behind the reality show. And the language out of him! ‘Tis shocking altogether. It’s mother-effing this and mother-effing that. You’ve never heard the like of it. He’s great fun, though.
Supermodel Tyra Banks doesn’t contribute a whole lot, unless you count getting herself killed off fairly early on as a contribution.
The tunnels that conveniently run beneath the Myers house are deliciously spooky, especially when we see the part where Michael’s been sleeping and what he’s been chowing down on. Eeuw…!
The ending is exciting enough and, although this is not my favourite film in the HALLOWEEN canon (those are 1, 2, 3 and H20), I deem it a worthy addition. I have spoken. That is all. I wish you a pleasant evening and sweet, Michael Myers-filled dreams…
AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY OF SANDRA HARRIS.
Sandra Harris is a Dublin-based performance poet, novelist, film blogger, sex blogger and short story writer. She has given more than 200 performances of her comedy sex-and-relationship poems in different venues around Dublin, including The Irish Writers’ Centre, The International Bar, Toners’ Pub (Ireland’s Most Literary Pub), the Ha’penny Inn, Le Dernier Paradis at the Trinity Inn and The Strokestown Poetry Festival.
Her articles, short stories and poems have appeared in The Metro-Herald newspaper, Ireland’s Big Issues magazine, The Irish Daily Star, The Irish Daily Sun and The Boyne Berries literary journal. In August 2014, she won the ONE LOVELY BLOG award for her (lovely!) horror film review blog. She is addicted to buying books and has been known to bring home rain-washed tomes she finds on the street and give them a home.
She is the proud possessor of a pair of unfeasibly large bosoms. They have given her- and the people around her- infinite pleasure over the years. She adores the horror genre in all its forms and will swap you anything you like for Hammer Horror or JAWS memorabilia. She would also be a great person to chat to about the differences between the Director’s Cut and the Theatrical Cut of The Wicker Man. You can contact her at: