Halloween Ends

John Carpenter and Debra Hill produced a very quirky and punky horror movie in 1978. It has its flaws but it remains one of the most effective slasher movies ever made.

It did not warrant a sequel let alone a franchise all of its own and with each and every sequel comes diminishing returns which comes as no surprise to me since there is no story left to tell.

Blumhouse are no longer a credible film studio they are simply eking out as much cash as possible and exploiting a gullible fan base who hang to the absurd notion that 'this one will be better than the last'. Dreadful uninspiring nonsense.

First, this trylogy should have been only one movie with a better conclusion. The third movie is even worse than the second. And the second was weak.

Second, I don't understand how you can do a great Halloween (2018) comeback, but then two of the worst Hallowen movies from all time.

Last, Halloween Ends (2022) is poor as a movie. Sometimes embarrassing. The script is bad, pretty bad. Acting is horrendous, soap opera level. And the conclusion is a joke. A bad one.

To add, Michael deserved better than this. Hopefully in the future someone can fix it, and give it the conclusion that deserves as an horror icon.

I don't know what this movie was but I am still waiting on the real final movie in the trilogy to be released. This was just a bad joke right? I kept watching hoping that it would get better and it just didn't I had heard the final act was good and I was lied to. Then I am not sure what message they were trying to send with their wacky symbolism they do but it went over my head. When it was over me and the girlfriend just felt crushed that it was such a bad movie. 2018 was great and kills was ok but this makes me angry and sad at how disappointing it was.

This wasn't a Halloween movie. It takes place on halloween and Michael and Laurie cameo in it but that's it. Every time I look at the rating I am giving it I lower the score because I feel I am being too generous.

I am not going to tear this down like some others have because it truth the movie is neither a 1 or a 2, nor is it a 10 or a 9, a 5 is exactly where this film should land.

What started off with a great pick-up with Halloween 2018, slowly began to derail when it moved onto Kills, and here I thought we would have something to at least restore some of the awesomeness of 2018, and wash some of the stink of kills, but NOPE... we get a real mess of a story that some how steals the voodoo powers of Charles Lee Ray (CHucky) and spins him into the Halloween Universe... it is a tragedy.

I mean come on, this is the best they had to offer to us? It is not as bad as some have made it out to be, definitely not as bad as the Rob Zombie entries, but this definitely is a TEXTBOOK way to NOT end a trilogy of films.

I don't want to get into spoilers but if you read this before watching, go in with LOW expectations and you might come out not feelin as ripped off.

No spoilers here. But, as tradition, the third installment goes off on a tangent. It opens with undoubtably the best pumpkin title sequence, and a thudding mix of Carpenter's theme.

The attraction of the final three movies to me is Jamie Lee Curtis. And although I feel she's stretching it a little to claim in interviews this film is all about relatable trauma (it's still a modern horror with modern annoyances), there are elements of this and the roundup is somewhat satisfying. Not because it is classical Halloween as hoped, but because as producer and overseer she may have delivered the ultimate f-you to the anti-hero worshiping fanboys of this franchise. In a fashion: trauma dealt with.

Of the 1978 original, Richard Combs said it was "one of the cinema's most perfectly engineered devices for saying 'Boo!'". That's spot on, and nothing beyond the original really matches. The moment Myers steps beyong those first 91 minutes, with any attempted explaination, motivation or widening, the illusion evaporates. Today the suspense and atmosphere is replaced with an apparent need for seeing people stabbed many, many, many times. Weirdly this might be more to meet the limited appetites of an attention deprived modern audience, rather than anything to do with the original.

There was no blood shown in 1978, and the ghost story worked well in the first telling.