Rob Zombie loves John Carpenter’s Halloween so much he had to kill it with a grunge remake. Now he trashes his own vision with a sequel so shoddy it makes the disappointing 1981 Halloween II (homaged in a lengthy hospital stalk which turns out – gasp! – to be only a dream) seem classic.
Laurie is now a tattooed, traumatised party slut and Dr Loomis is a crass talk-show exploiter out to cash in on his association with serial killer Michael Myers, who has been sitting in a shed, growing his hair and eating dogs for a year and decides to go after Laurie (outed as his sister in Loomis’s latest book) this Halloween – gruesomely killing a random bunch of folks to get to her. In a word, ugly.
