Rob Zombie's Halloween: Short Retrospective.


 Rob Zombie's Halloween, a brutal, unforgiving, and often too-risky take on the series, stands out as the most divisive. My thoughts on Zombie's two films are a mix of appreciation for their unique approach and some negative aspects.

Despite the safe and lackluster trilogy from Blumhouse and the lazy concept of the Requel movement, I've come to appreciate Zombie's films more. They are not perfect, and there are aspects I would have changed, particularly in the writing. However, I commend Zombie for daring to make it his own, rather than simply replicating Carpenter's original concept of Michael Myers and the night he came home. Should we give it a second chance? Absolutely. Just as Dracula, Frankenstein, The Invisible Man, Hannibal Lecter, The Evil Dead, Godzilla, The Fly, and many others have been reimagined in the world of Cinema, there's no reason why The Shape and other Slashers shouldn't follow suit. That's my perspective, but I'm eager to hear yours. 

I'm really curious to know what you think about Rob Zombie's Halloween. Do you love it, hate it, or are you somewhere in between? Share your thoughts.

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