
The slasher sub-genre received one of its most influential films nearly thirty years ago. In 1960 Alfred Hitchcock arguably gave us the granddaddy of slasher cinema with the classic Psycho. It wasn't until fourteen years later when Bob Clark's Black Christmas and Tobe Hooper's Texas Chainsaw Massacre got the sub-genre kicked off in the right direction.
Then another four years later, John Carpenter, coming off the success of Assault on Precinct 13, turned his eye on bringing horror home. Halloween was a terrifying journey into fear as a masked menace invaded suburbia. It spawned seven sequels, each with varying degrees of success. It was only a matter of time before Hollywood turned their greedy eyes towards the past with intentions of "reinventing" a horror icon. How long will it be before Jason and Freddy get the same treatment?

There are few other areas where fans are quite as outspoken for their beloved films. This is a great and beautiful thing. At the same time, I am open to the possibility that another filmmaker may have some ideas they would like to bring to the table. This makes the choice of the creative team to be of utmost importance, it is the choice between a quick buck and bringing another vision to the fore. Would you rather have something like the awful The Fog or Black Christmas remakes? Or perhaps something more along the lines of The Thing or Dawn of the Dead? In the former, it seemed that money rather than artistic merit were the goals, while the latter actually had directors with some vision, a creative spark that they wanted to bring to the table.
When Rob Zombie was announced as the writer/director I breathed a sigh of relief, while at the same time others were increasing the volume of their cries. Rob Zombie made his debut with the entertaining experiment House of 1000 Corpses followed by one of the single biggest leaps in skill with his sophomore feature, The Devil's Rejects. Here is a man who has a distinct love for horror cinema and a desire to make movies that he wants to see, not necessarily what everyone else wants, but he retains his integrity for better or worse.

Zombie's Halloween contains not a single note of subtlety. It is all about being in your face and over-the-top in its use of profanity, nudity, and blood. The traditional calling cards of what the genre would become through the 1980s. This film has a modern day sheen in its production value, but it has the feel of a throwback '80s-era slasher with '70s-era grindhouse sensibilities. The values are more on flash than substance, although there is some of that to be read between the lines.

The first 40 minutes or so is spent with the younger Michael. The character is humanized a little, and we are given a new look at what gave rise to the murderous rampage. In a way, he is a little sympathetic this time out. Rather than a pure psychopath, he is shown to be a bit more of a product of his environment. This does not give him an excuse for his actions, just a different look. An abusive stepfather, an absentee mother, an uncaring sister, and a growing interest in the killing of small animals all builds to a breaking point. But that is not what makes this character interesting.
What I liked about this take on Myers is his obsession with masks and the hiding of his own face, and the unwavering care he shows early on for his baby sister. It is interesting in that they are two important aspects of this new-look killer. Whatever other motivations drive him need to be inferred, nothing is spelled out. His goal is clear, but the why is much murkier.

Halloween suffers from narrative issues, unexplained character placements, and motive problems, but in the end it doesn't matter (besides, I am sure a director's cut will be available when it hits DVD). What we got was a new look at young Michael, and a new more visceral look at Michael's rampage. This Zombie-fied Halloween is mean, vicious, and cruel to the extreme. It does not contain an ounce of the subtle building of dread of the atmospheric original, and that is a good thing. It has the distinct feeling of a Halloween film but it is not trying to be Carpenter's Halloween.

Stepping into the sizable shoes of Donald Pleasence is Malcolm McDowell, playing Dr. Loomis to fine effect. He has a distinctive presence that works fine for the role. The performance problems step up when we move to the second half with the grown-up Michael. Tyler Mane does a fine job as the Shatner-mask-wearing Michael. He isn't the problem, in fact he strikes a very imposing presence as The Shape. Scout Taylor-Compton is decent as Laurie Strode as well. Her delivery is very much like Sheri Moon Zombie as a teen. It is pretty easy to buy her as Michael's sister. Then we get to the Laurie’s friends, Annie and Linda, played by Danielle Harris and Kristina Klebe. Neither one were all that convincing to me, perhaps it was the dialogue, but they just came across as terribly shallow.
Beyond all of the primaries, many bit parts were filled by Zombie regulars. I had fun picking them out as they came through. They added a nice flavor to the proceedings. In particular Ken Foree, Bill Moseley, and Danny Trejo gave memorable performances.

In the end, we get a film that will undoubtedly be maligned by many. I am almost assured to be in the minority of those who enjoyed it, but so what? This is a project that was really a no-win situation. It was clearly made by someone who loves horror, and it has an energy that I find infectious, for better or worse. This is far from perfect and not up to the level set by The Devil's Rejects, but it is not the disaster that many will try to lead you to believe it is.
Bottom line. This is a decidedly mean-natured film, exposing Rob Zombie's penchant for profanity, splatter, and his wife's bare bum. It has the blood and cruelty we have come to expect from Zombie, as well as some roundabout substance for thought. I like this movie, and that is all that matters. Keep your mind open and you may like it, too.