Don’t make me say it..no, really, don’t make me say that this movie was a good idea. It’s not. The concept is dead, so to speak, along with the thrill or exhilaration or whatever it was that first time around in Halloween. It’s worn out material with some new millennium fixes to cover up the bad plot and horrible dialogue. Oh wait, you don’t care about dialogue and plot? Well then, that explains why they keep making this tripe.

If you don’t care about good ideas, good dialogue or interesting stories, you can leave your brain turned off, hit the play button and have a grand old time. The concept of killing for the sake of it, the innocent bystanders getting picked off one by one and the false but oh-so-fake scary moments went bye bye with big hair bands and leg warmers in the 80’s. There are so many other interestingly frightening films out there to enjoy, why rehash something that peaked before the class of 2003 was even born?

Busta Rhymes and Tyra Banks are but a couple of many many gimmicks the film company tosses in to grab at the short attention spans of today’s youthful movie goers. Caution: Stars of this movie appear much smaller in real life than the producers think they are. Watching the movie I could imagine Rhymes’ fans watching and getting a kick out of some of his one liners. Everyone else, those of us who do not understand the appeal of non-professional actors on the big screen, wince and cringe at every poorly delivered line or over-acted scene. Again, I’m sure most people don’t care, so disregard any portion of this review you think might be written by an old stuffy broad who has forgotten what it was like to be impressed by little more than a flashy smile and a few smart ass lines in an insanely boring movie.

Curtis’s character, the now loonie bin resident and ever traumatized sister of Michael Myers has nothing of consequence to say. In the trailers it would appear that she actually adds something to the story. Rent H20 (just don’t tell anyone I recommended it) if you are looking for any substantial input from Curtis, because you ain’t gonna find it here my friend.

Myers, oh that silent strong type gets me so hot (see the picture below). How? Why? When? did anyone decide that this was scary? The silent, stiff, zombie-like dude walking around in a mask that could only be described as “that look we all have standing in a long line waiting to go to the bathroom after a movie”. It’s not the face of fear. It’s the face of too much soda.