A group of teenagers host an internet chat from the house of Michael Myers that unravels into a night of frightening events.
Haddonfield, Ill., the all-American suburb where John Carpenter's 1978 horror classic, "Halloween," was set, is now the center of the dot-com universe, and a canny African-American entrepreneur, Freddie Harris (Busta Rhymes), and his techie girlfriend (Tyra Banks) have set up shop as "www.dangertainment.com." The concept: to wire half a dozen teenagers with tiny video cameras and send them out to spend Halloween night in the house where Michael Myers (Brad Loree), the unstoppable, psychotic killer who is the series's single enduring character, spent his unhappy childhood and claimed his older sister as his first victim. Almost as if "Scream" and its ironic, self-conscious sequels didn't exist, the latest "Halloween" movie stays slavishly close to the iron-clad rules of the teen slasher genre. Spectators will indeed sit open-mouthed before the screen, not screaming but yawning. — Dave Kehr
2002-07-13 | Dave Kehr | Read the New York Times Review of Halloween: Resurrection