Halloween Ends is the perfect culmination of a fundamentally redundant trilogy that has been going downhill at an accelerating pace. Now we are at the bottom of the chasm. Michael Myers is an old, feeble, pathetic vegetable in his own film, a biological prop, so that he can hand over the baton to a far more inept, clichéd, miserable dummy. Hand it over? They take the baton away from him, then ritually kill him and mince him in a grinder. Allegorical, but it would be nice if directors would spare us such parallels and make good films for once. Or not. Let the dead rest in peace if you've been "generous" enough to kill them. What an absolute dumpster fire...
Review of Halloween Ends
