Stand alone entry originally intentioned as a yearly Halloween series of separate films that this film killed by performing so poorly. Problem being the silly scripting involving pagan magic, possessed Halloween masks and perhaps the worst doctor ever. Uninspired and hokey though the score from Carpenter is memorable as is unfortunately the damn jingle that is played incessantly.
As enigmatic as its presence in the series: commercialism driving fun and the continuation of that fun (sequels) into conformity (androids/masks). The cultic roots (witchcraft) reemerge with television. But Carpenter's score lulls us about, and we are stung by Silver Shamrock, till finally snakes and rats devour the young, and then the old inside out through the masks we allow our young to wear.
Unrelated sequel does not feature masked killer Michael Myers, but is just another small-town-with-a-secret film. Some of the gore effects are imaginative, and there are a few absurdly amusing moments towards the end, but the story is bland and predictable and the whole thing just moves too slowly - not to mention some embarrassing sex scenes. Allegedly, writer Nigel Kneale had his name removed from the project.
The ultimate enigma. There is something deep inside me that constantly whispers in my subconscious that if I were to ever manage to decode this film, I would have a skeleton key to all film, and perhaps all other media.
These are MY 5-star flicks, so Tough Titty-Toenails if you don't agree! I'm all about this one! A techno-warlock and his corporate android-minions plot to take back Halloween by using its very own mass-consumerism against it and sending millions of mask-wearing kiddies into (presumably) the sacrifice-thirsty mandibles of long-dormant Celtic deities. Better than that "Michael Myers is my brother/uncle" nonsense!