After the third film (don’t get me started…) we learn that Laurie had a daughter, Jamie, and subsequently died in a tragic automobile accident with her Husband. Jamie goes on to be the main antagonist in the fourth and fifth films, even to the point where she is telekinetically linked to her killer uncle (the ending of the fourth film shows Jamie in the same clown outfit that young Michael wore in the opening of the first film, putting even greater emphasis on the importance of the character). Yet Jamie was killed, effortlessly, in the first hour of the sixth movie (reminding me of the end of Night of the Living Dead). This fact still blows my mind. It is a complete disservice to Jamie and her legacy in the Halloween franchise. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last time, the series would take a massive shit on what the fans treasured most about the films.
Halloween Resurrection opens with Laurie in a mental institution, and sure enough, Michael has found her. You must keep in mind that this final showdown of Laurie vs. Michael is what fans have been waiting for for thirty years. What do we get? Ten minutes of chasing, a scene where Michael finally kills her, and slow motion of her falling off of the roof. The next hour and twenty minutes we are given Busta Rhymes and Tyra Banks. Now, I am not even going to focus on what a shit-stain the rest of the movie was. So let’s instead zoom in on the less-than-epic conclusion of the saga of Strode and Myers. Is this what we deserved? Is this finale truly the best conclusion those writers and producers could have come up with for the fans that have waited thirty years just to see what was going to transpire between these two characters? I strongly feel that the legacy of Laurie Strode deserved more than what we were given in Halloween Resurrection. Now, I am not naive. I know that it is called the movie business for a reason, and I’m sure one of Jamie Lee Curtis’ conditions for doing the film was the death of her character thus ending her obligation to the franchise. I get that, yet I still feel as a fan that we could have been shown some damn respect for handing over thousands of our hard earned dollars just to see the films. As far as the diehard fans are concerned, this ending was a slap in the face and proved yet again what the motivating factor behind producing the Halloween franchise was: money. Don’t get me wrong, I know that that is what drives most sequels (especially in the horror world), yet Halloween might have been the most obvious and blatant about it.
In conclusion, Halloween has left two legacies on the history of film. One of them, a beautifully executed, albeit far from perfect, staple and innovator of the horror genre. The other, a habit of pissing off its true fan base and turning on the very people who came to see the film. There are many great things to say about Halloween. But the sad truth of the matter is that the creativity and believability of the characters was sacrificed by the motivating bottom line. The way the Halloween franchise was treated should be the example of how not to treat the genre-let alone the fans that pay the keep it alive.
L.A. Gore has been writing professionally for many years, with his articles appearing in numerous publications including Bibliotheca Alexandria, Waters of Life, Pangaia, Witches and Pagans, Playgrounds and The Circle. He has spent most of his life studying ancient and modern religion, and most of his work thus far represents his findings. He is a self-proclaimed horror movie fanatic, with over four hundred in his personal collection. A few of his personal favorites are Hellraiser, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Phantasm, Suspiria, Return of the Living Dead and Dead Alive.