You can call me A.D.
Michael Myers appears to be a eunuch with low blood sugar while Haddonfield continues to be brimming with dumb, illogical, uninteresting characters.
I can only hope that one day slashers will return to their straightforward roots, but the desecration of beloved franchises seems to be the entertainment industry's current favorite hobby, so I won't hold my breath.
At least this particular trilogy of sequels is over. At the end of the day, we'll always have those golden oldies.
My star rating does not in any way reflect doubts of the scumbaggery that is Jimmy Savile... But I have honestly never seen a documentary with pacing as bad as this one. Get to the POINT! I didn't need every single one of this guy's accolades in great detail to understand he was an iconic figure. Seriously, this could have had a forty-five minute runtime and instead it borders on three hours. What a joke.