Forgettable to the point of tedium, this fourth sequel to John Carpenter’s classic original slasher is no better or worse than its immediate predecessor. Danielle Harris returns as Michael Myers’s distraught niece here, but this time she’s saddled with a silly character arc that finds her psychically connected to Myers, which leads to several eye-roll-worthy moments of failed suspense and tiresome overacting. There’s a significant body count on the way to its indifferent shrug of a climax, but Myers has never been less threatening nor efficient than he is here. One of the low points of the inconsistent series.
Rating: ★★ (out of 5)
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