Set forty years after the first
Halloween (1978), it ignores the many sequels (other than to ridicule them), presenting itself as a direct continuation.
Myers is incarcerated and Strode is in self-made isolation, having spent the last four decades preparing herself, aware that she can only truly be free of the horror of that night if she's able to witness the man in the mask die.
Its reverence for
Carpenter's film borders on slavish, at times feeling more like a remake than a continuation, but by the same token it doesn't hurry itself and its modern qualities are mostly reserved for the teens' idiotic activities.
It proposes a psychological connection between killer and target, but doesn't go into any depth, either unable or unwilling to do so. What kept me watching was seeing
Jamie Lee Curtis onscreen and hearing
Carpenter on score duties.
2½ headlights out of 5