Halloween Review: Jamie Lee Curtis Still Cries

Jamie Lee Curtis takes on her iconic role of Laurie Strode in "Halloween" Credit: Andrew Eccles / Universal Pictures

Horror movie fans are a sub-genre of special audience. They will go to the driver in the middle of Mojave for a good chill. They are particularly loyal to the Halloween franchise that creates goosebumps, heart palpitations and heebie-jeebies for 40 years. They do not care if the last hike around the pumpkin lantern is not as successful as John Carpenter's original screamfest or even any kind of acceptable restart of this 1978 classic. That does not bother them either. more if after all these years, Jamie Lee Curtis has too much trouble crying every time Michael Myers comes with a brand new hatchet. He has already been burned, stabbed, shot, drowned and beheaded, and nothing has yet restrained him.

No, Halloween drug addicts want more, and me too. Unfortunately, this one does not deliver the goods with new ideas or new suspense. It's right there, like pumpkin leftovers.

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Endangered turkeys, rabbits and Santa Claus have never done for Thanksgiving, Easter and Christmas what Jamie Lee Curtis did for Halloween! Now, 40 years after the first Halloween night, she returns to the blood-stained lawns of Haddonfield, Illinois, where she was, like Laurie Strode, the only babysitter in town to have escaped the massacre perpetrated by an insane serial killer. mask of fear that started everything.

Four decades have left her almost as furious as her executioner, and she has spent years cautiously becoming an eccentric crazy city separated from her mother Karen (Judy Greer) and her granddaughter Allyson (Andi Matichak). It does not matter. She came out of her terrified mind, troubled by paranoia and fear as she prepared her home for the inevitable return of Michael Myers.

A master of self-defense, she has a hideout under her floor like a bomb shelter and an arsenal of automatic weapons more numerous than the Republicans in the US Congress. It's a smart girl, because, predictably, he escapes again from a lunatic insane asylum and heads to Haddonfield faster than anyone else. can say "Bates Motel".

David Gordon Green, who has done horrors of the past such as Express pineapple and Our brand is the crisis, is not an imaginative director, so the result is a disappointing collection of familiar snapshots, especially children who are stoned or too drunk to use common sense when the floor cracks in an empty house, victims who lose their mobile phone before the danger comes up An assortment of silly policemen and naïve psychiatrists who say things about the monster, like: "Do not forget, it is the property of the state. He must not be hurt!

Michael does not crawl anymore in the bushes waiting to leap. The safest night of the year, when everyone thinks he's just another Trick-and-Treater dressed in Michael Myers costume, he goes to people's homes, cutting their throats and their throats. stomp on the head without interference. There are some bloody fears here and there, but the chills are uneven and the facilities all have a tired feeling of déjà vu.

Unfortunately, Michael Simmonds' camera for Halloween circa 2018 also lacks the clarity and beauty of the original cinematography that made 1978 Halloween one of the best photographed horror films of all time. That the artificial scenario leads to a final confrontation between the indefatigable girl and the indestructible ghoul is not a surprise. But in 40 years, what seemed scary now seems simply campif. I'm sorry to report that in the 2018 Halloween howling sounds more like laughter than shouting.