This is a poor follow up to the franchise, not at all what fans wanted or anticipated with all the hype leading up to it. The first one was lightning in a bottle. It was made in a time when each iteration of a related genre was one upping the last. When the Exorcist came out, it was perfect. When Texas Chainsaw Massacre was released, it was near perfect. When Halloween (1978) gained traction, it was the new perfect. American horror cinema may not see the likes of that time period again. I think the biggest problem is that ‘Evil’ as an elemental shape never makes a very good first billed character. Initially I thought… they’re going to do something really crazy. Michael has been dead since Halloween II, and Laurie is actually the killer in this one. That would have made more sense than what they did. There was something pervasively odd about the film, stylistically, like too many hands in the cookie jar and not nearly enough cookies. The hype, time of year it was released and Mrs. Curtis’ ongoing loving devotion to her own personal monster are the only things that made this film relevant. Its scant self-awareness was not aware enough to make a better film. And let’s be fair, there are plenty of ways the modern knowledge and concepts of mental illness could be tweaked to provide for a truly horrifying cinematic experience. That’s not even to mention ongoing debates over drugs and more controversial treatment methods within the mental health community. The violent, criminally insane serial killer might be cliché at this point… but there is so much more for fodder where that ‘crazy’ idea came from. I mean if you’re going to disparage an entire class of the disabled, DO jump the shark and make your entire premise too completely off the wall to be likely, if at all true. And really the best thing about Michael isn’t that he’s violent, murderous or crazy. It’s that he’s just a shape. It’s easy for him to be the Boogeyman of Halloween because that’s the one holiday we allow our most vulnerable to be the most vulnerable and trust complete strangers with. In a way, Meyers is descended from the Wolfman. There’s a correlation between the dangers of the elemental wilds and the unknown and the Boogeyman at Halloween time when we mark a change of seasons and time to huddle closer together for light, or warmth, or safety from what’s prowling and hunting in the dark. In our primordial memory, we remember that not everyone survived the winter, and temperaments that could be kept outside the home or away were once again in close quarters, inescapable, sometimes physically cut off from the help of neighbors by inclement weather. Or as Danny Elfman and Tim Burton said in their Nightmare Before Christmas, “I am the Who, when they call ‘Who’s there?’ I am the wind blowing through your hair.” You know unless you’re trapped in a closet, next to the kids you’re babysitting who can NEVER be quiet, being stalked by the masked guy who just brutally murdered all of your friends.