That it was agreed upon is more than mildly surprising, especially as the ambitious concept was to bring out a new, entirely stand-alone Halloween movie each year (an idea already rendered problematic by the fact that the first two were already linked… but then perhaps that’s just me revealing my mathematical background). This was the one where original Halloween director John Carpenter, along with his comrade-in-arms, the late great Debra Hill, somehow astoundingly managed to convince the studio and the financiers to continue the franchise (that part was easy, of course, after the massive success of the first two)… though this time with nary a narrative sign of the knife-wielding Myers creation that Carpenter had grown bored with (a bit of a tougher proposition). So our good doctor (and, let me be clear, I approve of his methods – it’s called living vicariously) ends up shaking off all kid duty responsibilities, hanging up the phone on his shrieking ex-wife, and heading off with a six pack under his arm ( and he’s driving – man, what we all used to get away with in the 80’s) and Ellie (Stacey Nelkin) riding shotgun, the very young (take comfort, the twenty five year age difference between them is exactly the same as between Woody Allen and her when he dated Nelkin in real life, so clearly you know it’s okay) grieving granddaughter of the just-murdered man, up to the isolated California town of Santa Mira to uncover what the hell that shady corporate businessman Conal Cochran (the brilliantly scene-chewing Dan O’Herlihy) is getting up to with those Silver Shamrock Halloween masks that have suddenly become so popular… and, of course, to willingly give Ellie a shoulder – and a few additional body parts - to lean on in her grieving (I have to say, as much as I loved those iconic 80’s American horror guys like Carpenter, Craven and Romero, they never were much for sex, so I remember being thankful for that barest glimpse of Nelkin’s exposed nipple before we cut out of the sex scene).Īll to say, I finally got back to continuing my revisit of the franchise (including my intention of even catching the Rob Zombie red-neck two-film reboot of the franchise eventually), with my daughter in tow, and, after reviewing the brilliantly composed original and its even more-pumped up and exciting sequel, it was time to get around to saying hello again to this strange, yet satisfying diversion off-road from the exploits of young Michael, the maniac who defined a genre.
#HALLOWEEN SEASON OF THE WITCH SERIES#
Dan Challis (Carpenter favorite Tom Atkins) witnessing the grizzly murder of an older patient brought in from the pouring rain (in perfect horror movie style) screaming of terrible things and clutching a current popular Silver Shamrock Halloween mask, which culminates with the emotionless murderer (almost as if he was like, I don’t know, one of a series of robots or something… hint, hint) burning himself alive in the parking lot.
Halloween III spins off the rails into this bonkers, moody (well, in that colorful 80’s American genre film way, which is more cool then thoughtful), violent (in that 80’s in-your-face Carpenter kinda way) supernatural-ish, iffy sci-fi tale that starts with the slightly boozy, middle aged and kinda womanizing small town Dr. Halloween III: Season of the Witch (Tommy Lee Wallace, 1982)Ĭontinuing the exploits of that iconic, unstoppable killing machine Michael Myers, as he remains determined as ever to slaughter any remaining member of the Strode family until – wait a minute… that’s not what happens.
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