Rob Zombie's
follow-up to his reimagining of Halloween is like a bad acid trip: it's loud, violent, and makes no sense whatsoever. There are some interesting ideas here, but virtually no plot. Michael Meyers wasn't exactly Hannibal Lecter in Zombie's previous film, but he was more developed than John Carpenter's original killer. He moved with purpose and had real presence. In this one, however, he's little more than a big, lumbering zombie. Worst of all, though, are the hallucinations of his mother and a white horse he (and the audience) is subjected to throughout the movie. They're really trippy sequences that shatter the realistic tone previously set and serve no other purpose than to bring Sheri Moon Zombie back. Malcolm McDowell returns as Dr. Loomis, but adds absolutely nothing to the story. A big disappointment.
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