Day 2: The Return of Michael Myers by Dwight H. Little
1988. I’m a Dwight virgin. But not a Halloween virgin if I may say. The first one is pretty good for me (Disponible en la mediateca de pucp, you guys!). Dwight is coming from making Getting Even (1986) and Bloodstone (1988). And even when sequels are sometimes a copy of the original thing, sometimes they can always surprise you. And maybe not surprise you that much, I thought it was funny Jamie picked that costume, just like that one Michael chose the day he murder his sister. It was a new resource to me that they choose this kid because the original old protagonist didn’t want to play her old character, Laurie? And the presence of Rachel, new old fellow, reminds you of Laurie because she isn’t fucking every weekend or doesn’t want to. And her “bae” prefers to “score” with one that will actually fuck. They both end up dead pretty fast, after the police force of course. The whole chasing was a bit off with Michael always being able to chase him even when you didn’t even saw him getting into the truck that kill the old “bar brothers” que querían ser vigilantes pero luego al asesinar a un conocido se dan cuenta que no pueden ir a lo salvaje de cacería. The storyline was expected, its a average horror film, pero lo que más me impresiono fue, again as I said before, el final. Jamie, the adorable, bullied kid, thanks to his well-known murderer uncle, and scared to death because she thought Rachel was dead, and when she thought the killer was done killing, he comes back for more. But between all that pain, and sorrow, and desperation, she looks at him, dead in the ground, alone, and decides to take his hand. Because she feels pity for him. But he isn’t dead, and after another round, he ends up buried. Where “he belongs” according to our old doc, the psychiatrist. And that little girl, ends up attacking her foster mom. With a pair of scissors. Just like his uncle. And you can see the horror in the eyes of the doc, the sheriff, and of Rachel too. Jamie has become like his uncle, because of the “dramatic” event of being chase by a killer with such ferocity. I thought it was insane. But it was pretty unforgetable to me.
And there are still more sequels, don’t know if i will check them out. Perhaps.
Good saturday, try to drink only the same alcohol the whole night, less of a headache, and if you read the whole night, try to read something fun too, like a novel, or a comic book, spiderman is pretty funny.