Main cast: Jamie Lee Curtis (Laurie Strode), Brad Loree (Michael Myers), Busta Rhymes (Freddie Harris), Tyra Banks (Nora Winston), Bianca Kajlich (Sara Moyer), Sean Patrick Thomas (Rudy Grimes), Katee Sackhoff (Jenna ‘Jen’ Danzig), Luke Kirby (Jim Morgan), Daisy McCrackin (Donna Chang), Thomas Ian Nicholas (Bill Woodlake), and Ryan Merriman (Myles Barton)
Director: Rick Rosenthal
Poor Jamie Lee Curtis looks so depressed in this movie. Then again, when people like Josh Hartnett and even Michelle Williams refuse to come back to star yet again this movie, and she has to, can you blame her?
This movie reveals that in the last movie, our heroine Laurie Strode didn’t behead her psychopathic brother, but instead, someone else. Grief- and guilt-stricken, she ends up in a madhouse, where our hero Michael Myers, the psycho brother finds and guts her. She dies, but that’s after ad libbing, “I’m free! I can finally move on with my life!” Okay, she doesn’t do that, but I’m sure that’s what Ms Curtis is thinking right before she flees the set and uncorks a bottle champagne to celebrate.
This movie then fast forward to the present day, where a reality TV show is taking place in Michael Myers’s house. TV guy Freddie Harris and his assistant, Nora, bring in some guys and gals to spend some time in the infamous house. Of course, Michael is living in the house still (only he keeps himself hidden) and he is not happy to have his solitude intruded. Massacre time!
The main trouble with this movie is that it has no sense of irony at all. It’s just a bad movie, period, with very little humor or camp to make it worthwhile. All the characters are stupid beyond belief, and they rarely deviate from the typical horror movie archetypes (the quiet, withdrawn gal will definitely survive, for example).
There is also no excitement. Mike Myers just cut down these losers one by one with all the passion of a dull worker at a meat factor dicing beef with a rusty meat cleaver, with a lifeless gleam in his eyes – thwack, thwack, thwack! Maybe decent acting is too much to ask from a movie where Tyra Banks has a main billing, but the absence of any decent acting doesn’t help much to this frontal lobotomy of a movie.
Somehow the resurrection just ain’t meant to be.
