Written & Directed by Rob Zombie
Michael Myers...Tyler Man
Young Michael Myers...Chase Wright Vanek
Deborah Myers...Sheri Moon Zombie
Laurie Strode...Scout Taylor-Compton
Michael Myers returns from the silken robes of Death in this sequel, only to begin seeing ghostly images of his deceased mother and a pale white horse--don't ask me why, because it's never really made clear. It's also never made clear why he hides out in the country for a full year before returning to his hometown of Haddonfield, Illinois to once again continue his rein of terror and serial slaughter. His most anticipated victim is, of course, his estranged baby sister Laurie Strode who has taken a job at some pot-head coffee shop, suffers from night terrors, and alsohas inexplicable visions of her birth mother and the pale white horse. Dr. Loomis, as expected, returns, hot on the heels of his latest Myers tell-all book, and has become something of a boogie man himself in the public eye. Not to mention a Grade A asshole.
As in most slasher sequels, Rob Zombie has done away with any real semblance of a storyline and instead jumps right into the killing. Unfortunately, the deaths aren't especially inventive and, at least in the print I saw at the drive-in, often times too dark to really tell what was going on. The whole 'Ghost of Mama' angle, not to mention the White Horse, reeked of symbolism that isn't especially clear, as Zombie attempts to posthumously return a little bit of the mystery that he dispelled so recklessly in the original.
It wasn't a death knell for me that the original actor who played young Michael Myers was replaced, but I wasn't keen on the fact that Michael now grunts audibly while killing. I miss the silent murder machine that we have grown to love and fear.
Overall, this sequel was, to me, even more disappointing than Zombie's first stab at the franchise. But we fans have to realize that although they can remake and/or sequelize our favorite films to death, they can't take away the power of the original. This rebooted world of horror is the equivalent of the Ultimate Universe in Marvel Comics: Classic characters stretched to the breaking point and placed under a post-modern microscope for the viewing pleasure of a younger generation. And if we don't like it, we simply don't have to watch it.
But we probably will anyway.