Guess what? Michael Myers is not dead. Surprised, right? Yeah, I thought so. Between stifling yawns and planning my next pedicure, I managed to ingest a fair amount of overworked scary masks and stage blood, but not a lot of brain fodder. Surprised again, hey?This is the type of movie you take your young date to so that she can jump closer to you on the love seat (which is terribly uncomfortable, by the way). It’s the type of movie that teenagers will go to just for the thrill of watching warm blood ooze out of a fresh corpse. Is it how you want to spend your Friday night? If you honestly have nothing better to do, be my guest.
Rating: 1 outta 5
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