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Halloween (1978)
Review
The timing was perfect, because never
before or since have teenagers had more autonomy, opportunities to
baby-sit neighbouring kids, and real-life serial killers on the prowl
for them in American towns and suburbs than during the late 1970s. So
when John Carpenter and his then girlfriend Debra Hill wrote, produced
and directed Halloween on a shoestring budget in the spring of
1978, Carpenter was wise enough to take 10 percent of the film's profits
as payment. He knew that they were tapping into a budding fear in the
population. And the film's wild success spawned a string of imitations
over the next few years.
Still, watching Halloween is
like sitting through a viewing in a film class. You're impressed by
the technical achievement considering the budget, with Carpenter
demonstrating his skills with the steadycam and clever use of POV shots.
But from start to finish, the film's horror elements is like a spook
story for children. Reducing Michael Myers to the boogeyman or some sort
of incarnation of evil is meant to make him superhuman and overpowered –
a force there is no remedy for. But it also makes him mechanical,
theoretical, and ultimately unscary. Nothing is unknown or hidden in
Halloween, despite what Carpenter might have thought. We always know
where Michael Myers is and what he will do. Therefore, it's hard to
identify with the kids he's after and the terror they're feeling; it's
like they're being chased by a robotic lawn mower.
The most chilling scenes in
Halloween occur in the opening minutes. Why? Because at this point,
Michael Myers still is a human being with a psyche. He still is a
character that could mirror
the actual perils teenagers were
facing at the time, such as your Ted Bundys or your Original Night
Stalkers. There's a mismatch in Carpenter's choice of making Myers
asexual when the film clearly preys on the young female body on our
behalf. We're tricked into lusting for these girls, but Myers isn't
immoral like that; he's just a natural
predator doing what he was meant to
do.
As usual, Carpenter composed
the musical score himself, and the main theme has that Bernard Herrmann
vibe he wanted. It's clever and effective – but ultimately overused.
Carpenter teases and teases with his music and tracking shots until he
wears you out.
The result is an undynamic
slasher that works only in bits and pieces when the director excels
technically. Incidentally, his previous film,
Assault on Precinct 13, was a much scarier experience.
Re-reviewed:
Copyright © 17.08.2021 Fredrik Gunerius Fevang
Original review:
Copyright © 16.06.1996
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