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As I write this, the entertainment news circuit is momentarily preoccupied with two major discussions: the announcement of a new Halloween remake film and the performance of Busta Rhymes at this year’s Grammies. Clearly, there will never be a better time to discuss the bizarre curiosity that is 2002’s Halloween: Resurrection. For the uninformed, Resurrection was the final Halloween film made before Rob Zombie’s remakes, and it is incredibly, stupidly, bizarre. It’s a mixed up and ill-informed attempt to prolong a franchise that never had that much gas in the tank well beyond its mileage.
Yes, 1 year after the ignominious Jason X more or less killed the Slasher genre Halloween Resurrection moved in to make extra sure that the genre was dead. How dead on arrival was this film? Well, the story is about a reality TV show being filmed at the old Myers house when Michael sets upon the various contestants, and their only hope is the show’s two producers: Tyra Banks and Busta Rhymes.
