Halloween, the movie series that was never meant to be about Michael Myers, has become a staple of the titular holiday, though I don’t think they’re working on the franchise anymore. The movie actually holds a special place in my heart, as it was one of the first horror movies I could watch without running screaming from the room, which is so much more of an accomplishment than it seems.
The movie begins in 1963, with a teenage girl being stalked through her house by an unknown threat on Halloween night. The killer-in-the-making puts on a mask, sneaks into her, room, and then brutally stabs her with a knife. We get a nice shot of her bare chest, before the movie remembers that it’s a horror movie, and the killer is eventually revealed as her six year old brother, a boy named Michael Myers. Fifteen years pass, and the now adult Myers escapes from the mental hospital he’s been locked in, dons his coveralls, and returns to his home town to murder again. Eventually, however, after murdering a girl without pants on, and a couple who decided to have sex in the bed of their best friend’s parents, he’s eventually thwarted by the combined effort of a young Jamie Lee Curtis and Donald Pleasence.
I feel that, for it’s day, Halloween is actually a very good movie. It started a lot of horror tropes that have become staples of films such as Friday the 13th, such as people having sex resulting in death, the silent serial killer, and the obvious sequel hook at the end that’ll result in a franchise desperately trying to justify the actions of their main villain. That being said, I do feel that there are a few out of place things done in this movie that exist seemingly to annoy me personally. For one thing, the actions of the characters that die seem downright strange. I’m not sure if sneaking into a neighbor’s house to have sex was a thing in the seventies, but it just feels like a strange thing to do nowadays. They don’t know what kind of nasty stuff those people have done in that bed, and they’re just going to have sex in it? I don’t know if this was normal, so, if it was just something the youths did in the seventies, excuse my confusion. Also, the fake out deaths that Michael goes through get a little ridiculous the longer it goes. I can surviving a hanger through the eye-hole, since there’s the chance she actually missed the eye, but living through a knife to the stomach, a knitting needle through the neck, and six or seven bullet holes is a little less likely in my opinion, especially considering the fact that the sequels confirming him as a supernatural being hadn’t happened yet. I don’t care how emotionless you are, at some point, one of those is going to make you die. I can’t help picturing him limping away after the sequel hook, quietly gurgling an oath of vengeance before collapsing a few feet away.
However, as much as those things do annoy me, I still have to say that the movie’s still pretty strong. The acting is pretty good, and Jamie Lee Curtis is surprisingly proactive when it comes to not getting herself killed. As I recall, she was responsible for at least three of those four fakeout deaths I mentioned earlier. Not to mention, Myers is genuinely creepy with how he just appears and disappears in scenes without warning. I do recommend it quite a bit, especially if you want to see where a lot of older tropes of horror came from.