AS AN ACT OF SLAUGHTER it’s ambitious, even by the grisly standards of Michael Myers.
After skewering the populace of Haddonfield, Illinois, the Halloween franchise is about to take the blade to itself, carving away four decades of sequels, reboots, reimaginings and frankly terrible ideas. That’s no less than nine films, on the ground, outlined in police chalk. Out goes an entire intestinal tangle of mythology, hacked away in a merciless, black-eyed killing spree.
What’s left? “Purely and simply, evil”, as Shape-chasing psychiatrist Dr Loomis declared in John Carpenter’s classic ’78 original. 2018’s Halloween – no suffix, no rebrand – restores us to blood-drenched basics: a man with a knife, a woman to fight him and a long night of reckoning. Think of it as the real Halloween II. The…