Halloween II (2009)
April 7th 2010 23:51
Dreadful, dreadful, dreadful! Rob Zombie must be stopped! He is a hack masquerading as a filmmaker; each feature getting progressively worse. House of 1000 Corpses (2003) is the only movie with a shred of appeal, and yet it shamelessly derives its atmosphere and intent from The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974). But enough of Zombie’s early transgressions, we’re talking here about his latest travesty; the continuing shambolic attempt at re-envisioning the mythology of Michael Myers, the brilliantly nightmarish boogeyman created by John Carpenter and unleashed back in 1978.
Zombie’s Halloween II (2009) bears very little semblance to the original sequel, Halloween II (1981), which, although penned by Carpenter and Debra Hill, was directed by Rick Rosenthal. Rosenthal’s movie is flawed, but comes off as a far superior movie to Zombie’s obnoxious little turd of a flick. One of the reasons why it stinks so much is its pretensions, its onerous self-importance, its lack of a consistent style, as well as being devoid of any subtlety of humour. I’m not referring to comedy per se, but humour, an altogether important, but delicate element in horror.
Halloween II is laden with dodgy acting and utterly unlikeable characters. Scout-Taylor Compton fails miserably in capturing any of Jamie Lee Curtis’s empathy as Laurie Strode; coming across as a foul-mouthed, whining misfit. Malcolm McDowell’s version of Dr. Loomis is simply appalling. Donald Pleasence would be turning in his grave if he could see the arrogant fuckwit quack McDowell has turned him into. “I’m not a psychic Sherlock Holmes playing Superman!”, “I’m selling the sizzle, not the steak!” God help us, the dialogue in this movie is drivel.
Tyler Mane plays the seven-foot tall behemoth that is Zombie’s Michael Myers, yet possesses absolute zero genuine menace. Michael shuffles around killing whoever crosses his path and at one point scoffs down a large dog (?!) Some of the victims he dispatches quickly, while others he throws around like a rag doll and then takes the time to display them for the next victim to find as a kind of stupid serial killer game. There’s no internal logic in this movie. As I stated in my review to Zombie’s Halloween (2007), the director has destroyed all sense of mystery, that all-pervasive atmosphere of dread and shrouded nightmare fabric that makes Carpenter’s original version (and to a lesser degree Rosenthal’s original sequel) so effective and memorable. Chase Wright Vanek as the young Myers is not even worth discussing.
Woe betides Sheri Moon Zombie’s portrayal of Myers’ mother Deborah, a character created entirely by Zombie in the first movie and now elevated to the level of dark guardian angel. Zombie’s wife couldn’t act her way out of a barf bag if she tried. The entire sub-plot of Michael’s reunion with his sister Angel Myers aka Laurie, via their dead mother, is nothing short of ludicrous. The all-important score does nothing remotely interesting - its rendition of Carpenter’s brilliant original theme is particularly grating - ‘cept for the brief scene where Sheriff Brackett (Brad Dourif slumming it) finds his daughter Annie (Danielle Harris) and it momentarily rises toward something ethereal. But as for that finale and epilogue sequence? Love Hurts, a white horse lead by ghostly mama, a daughter’s sequel smirk … oh, the humanity!
Okay enough is enough, I’ve had my spout (although methinks there was a perverse enjoyment in this rant). Apart from the distraction of tattooed fox Angela Tribur as Harley, and a half-decent head-stomping, Halloween II is deep-fried, Southern-flavoured, mean-spirited trash that deserves to be flushed and forgotten. Period.
Here's the trailer:
Zombie’s Halloween II (2009) bears very little semblance to the original sequel, Halloween II (1981), which, although penned by Carpenter and Debra Hill, was directed by Rick Rosenthal. Rosenthal’s movie is flawed, but comes off as a far superior movie to Zombie’s obnoxious little turd of a flick. One of the reasons why it stinks so much is its pretensions, its onerous self-importance, its lack of a consistent style, as well as being devoid of any subtlety of humour. I’m not referring to comedy per se, but humour, an altogether important, but delicate element in horror.
Halloween II is laden with dodgy acting and utterly unlikeable characters. Scout-Taylor Compton fails miserably in capturing any of Jamie Lee Curtis’s empathy as Laurie Strode; coming across as a foul-mouthed, whining misfit. Malcolm McDowell’s version of Dr. Loomis is simply appalling. Donald Pleasence would be turning in his grave if he could see the arrogant fuckwit quack McDowell has turned him into. “I’m not a psychic Sherlock Holmes playing Superman!”, “I’m selling the sizzle, not the steak!” God help us, the dialogue in this movie is drivel.
Tyler Mane plays the seven-foot tall behemoth that is Zombie’s Michael Myers, yet possesses absolute zero genuine menace. Michael shuffles around killing whoever crosses his path and at one point scoffs down a large dog (?!) Some of the victims he dispatches quickly, while others he throws around like a rag doll and then takes the time to display them for the next victim to find as a kind of stupid serial killer game. There’s no internal logic in this movie. As I stated in my review to Zombie’s Halloween (2007), the director has destroyed all sense of mystery, that all-pervasive atmosphere of dread and shrouded nightmare fabric that makes Carpenter’s original version (and to a lesser degree Rosenthal’s original sequel) so effective and memorable. Chase Wright Vanek as the young Myers is not even worth discussing.
Woe betides Sheri Moon Zombie’s portrayal of Myers’ mother Deborah, a character created entirely by Zombie in the first movie and now elevated to the level of dark guardian angel. Zombie’s wife couldn’t act her way out of a barf bag if she tried. The entire sub-plot of Michael’s reunion with his sister Angel Myers aka Laurie, via their dead mother, is nothing short of ludicrous. The all-important score does nothing remotely interesting - its rendition of Carpenter’s brilliant original theme is particularly grating - ‘cept for the brief scene where Sheriff Brackett (Brad Dourif slumming it) finds his daughter Annie (Danielle Harris) and it momentarily rises toward something ethereal. But as for that finale and epilogue sequence? Love Hurts, a white horse lead by ghostly mama, a daughter’s sequel smirk … oh, the humanity!
Okay enough is enough, I’ve had my spout (although methinks there was a perverse enjoyment in this rant). Apart from the distraction of tattooed fox Angela Tribur as Harley, and a half-decent head-stomping, Halloween II is deep-fried, Southern-flavoured, mean-spirited trash that deserves to be flushed and forgotten. Period.
Here's the trailer:
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Comment by ShaunK
Screen Adventure
Loved the original Carpenter and Rosenthal ones - I'll make sure I stay away from this
Comment by themetalhead
He literaly tears apart a dog with his barehands, and eats it raw
how is that not the stupidest thing you have ever seen that is so bad its funny
NOTE: ( he might have used his knife I remember him ripping it apart)
Did Rob Zombie try to make this like Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2? And Failed
he just a direct to dvd level director that got money to bring his garbage to theaters because of his music career
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
I don't think he was intending to make a black comedy here, like Hooper was with TCM2, if he was he not only missed the boat, he plain missed the damn jetty too!
I suppose what particularly annoys me is his misconception on what actually works in a horror movie and what doesn't. He employs brutal violence, but it doesn't work effectively, only gratuitously and garishly. He fills his movies with some of the most loathsome, pathetic and annoying characters ever to appear in a horror movie, and then he has the gall to mouth off in interviews about his love for the genre and the classics and how he's slipping in references and tributes and homages to all the great directors ... Let's face it, he pushes my buttons, but for all the wrong reasons. But as I mentioned at the end of my review, I kinda dig spading him out.
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Comment by David O'Connell
20/20 Filmsight
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Comment by The Master
Comment by The Master
I was begging for Meyers to just hit her over the head with a shovel already just to shut her up
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by JohnDoe
Film & TV on DVD
You know I dig on Rob Zombie's Devil's Rejects pretty hard, so I have hope...but what he did to Halloween was just wrong, this second one even worse. What I'm saying is I endorse this review
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Comment by Someone
Evil Pleasures
Random Musings on Life, Love and Everything
Let's Get Down To Business
However, I was off my face, fell asleep, and only woke up during the loud (violent) bits.
Tried watching it again the other day, stone cold sober... gritted my teeth and struggled to watch the whole thing. Just... awful.
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile