You know a movie is terrible when during the commentary, our lil'est possessed serial killer Danielle Harris confronts director Dominique Othenin-Girard about logic holes, he rudely shuts her down with "that is what it was suppose to be" in that typical frog rudeness. Defensive=retarded director.
Anyway, it's not as combative as I'm making it, but this movie has been earmarked as one of the worst. And that's EVEN counting the ridiculous "Halloween 6" (1995) that tried to recast Jamie Lloyd. Even the biggest horror dummies knew the nerds love Danielle Harris. I love Danielle Harris.
5 is bad. I mean, bad bad. A year after the events of 4, Jamie is a deaf mute, living at some halfway house for murdering mute kids...I guess. If you remember, Michael Myers seemed to have passed on his "spirit" into his niece. So they are connected in that odd way of...well, they're relatives.
So Myers hangs around until he can attack, killing everyone who stands between him and ending his family. Guess who comes back? Dr. Donald Pleasence Loomis. The quack psychiatrist that knows more than anyone else. You know...it always got to me, that...what do these insane psychotic killers do during the day? Like go get some cheddar fries at Burger King, or play pinball or...who fucking knows. AND no one seems to wonder about the guy either. As if they live in a world where horror movies don't exist. At least the first "Halloween" had Myers walking around in broad daylight. Kinda' loitering around, looking at sweet teen booty (which we can all relate to).
I'm sick of talking about this movie, because...it's a massive waste. And a shame. As far as entries into a storied horror franchise goes...I like the mood but HATE the conceit. Also, they really amped the gore in this. Subtle violence will always trump blood soaked grindhouse crap. Well, unless you're under the age of 10, in which may I suggest you go find "Double Dare" on YouTube?
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