Easily the worst entry in the franchise, "Halloween: Resurrection" pits a wussified Michael Myers against a group of douchebag reality television contestants and their obnoxious ringmaster when he returns to his home after dispatching of Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis) to find that Dangertainment has invaded it for a livestreamed investigation of Haddonfield's most infamous murder house. This is a movie where pretty much every character is a drooling idiot's idea of quirky or fun, the storyline has no real stakes, and nary a frame is untouched by the specter of creative bankruptcy. It marks the return to the franchise of "Halloween II" director Rick Rosenthal after twenty-plus years away, but it's a shame to say he brings none of the suspense or energy that film had to this abortion. What do we get instead? Busta Rhymes using kung-fu kicks to bully Michael Myers, one of the worst final girls in horror movie history, and a cliffhanger ending that thankfully never spawned a sequel. I hate this movie with a passion. It's stupid, annoying and pointless. Even the kills, which might have been welcome in other franchise entries, are ruined by the use of the reality TV/found footage gimmickry that never should have been allowed to infiltrate such an iconic series. Worst of all: the Laurie Strode character is treated like a complete joke, her horribly handled death sealed with a kiss on the lips of the man who caused her decades of trauma. Only completists need subjects themselves to this dreck.
THE HALLOWEEN FRANCHISE
Halloween II (1981)
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