There’s something amazing about huge, unwieldy movie franchises. Series that go north of five or six installments have staying power, even if they abandon all pretense of having “canon,” story continuity, or logic. Each has a certain something that helps it stand out and sustain so many films over so many years.

In the spirit of the season, we’re going back and taking a look at the ridiculously strong Halloween franchise that survived 11 movies, 40 years, 5 reboots/separate timelines, and more “dead” Michael Myerseses than you can count.

I’m joined by Shiri Sondheimer to watch all 11 films in the franchise. Neither of us has seen them before, and we watch together and comment on the film in a private Slack channel.

For the curious, our reactions to the first three installments in the franchise are here. What follows is a lightly edited transcript of our conversation (with Preston Burt, who joined us for this one) while watching Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers from 1988. After the box office bomb of the third movie, the Halloween franchise was dead for 6 years before they brought Michael Myers back – 10 years after the original film.

This one doesn’t feature Jamie Lee Curtis as Laurie Strode (who apparently died in the interim) but focuses on her 7-year-old daughter Jamie. Michael (who survived burning alive at the end of Halloween II) once again escapes and decides he wants to hunt down more family members.

We were expecting a by-the-numbers slasher flick with a lot to mock. That’s…not what we found here. Surprisingly. Hang tight as we dive in…

Shiri: Guys, this one has 4.5 stars. I’m anticipating max splatter.

Jamie: There’s no pumpkin opening. I feel let down already. And it’s October 30. What are the odds?

Preston: My boy! Donald Pleasence is back! But I thought he died?

Jamie: I can’t wait to see how they explain this. Dude blew himself up in a gas explosion.

Shiri: In fairness, we didn’t see a body.

Jamie: Sigh.

Shiri: This one’s set in the country. I’m already terrified.

Preston: It’s raining . . . in a horror movie. Imagine that.

Shiri: Oooh. A girl medic this time.

Jamie: That security guard needs to see a dentist.

Shiri: Oh my god, Jamie . . . is that her again? Slutty babysitter/angry ex-wife/medic?

Jamie: No. Absolutely not.

Preston: I have a sneaking suspicion that this isn’t going to turn out well.

Jamie: “Jesus ain’t got nothing to do with this place.” Deep thoughts by Jack Handy.

Shiri: Fffft. Hell. I’ve seen worse. I worked at the state hospital in Oregon. We had orientation at the main building down in Salem where they filmed One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.

Preston: Oh good. Exposition.

Jamie: Thank god for elevator exposition.

Shiri: Are they in New York now? Because that guy is from New York.

Preston: New YAWK.

Jamie: Do they not believe in lights at this hospital? “Transfer, retire, or die.” I can think of some coworkers I feel the same way about.

Shiri: Like . . . Michael’s not even restrained?

Jamie: This whole scene is like a kung fu movie. The voices don’t match their mouths AT ALL.

Shiri: I want to know where they filmed this. It looks like the hospital where I did my psych rotation.

Jamie: I mean, can’t these people HEAR the Halloween music?? Don’t they know danger is nigh?

Preston: I love that even his eyes are underneath surgical wraps. Whoa, he escaped. Didn’t see that coming . AT ALL.

Jamie: Holy crap. He just pushed his thumb through sold skull!

Preston: Maybe he still has a soft spot.

Jamie: In the middle of his forehead??

Shiri: Hold on. Why would the niece be HIS ward? That’s a TERRIBLE idea.

Jamie: Her name is Jamie. I love her already.

Shiri: By 1988, I feel certain someone would notice a random car parked for hours across the street.

Jamie: So the babysitter is the kid Jamie Lee Curtis was babysitting in the first one?

Shiri: Oh . . . so THAT’S what happened to her. I’m so glad we found out 10 years later.

Jamie: I can’t wait for you to find out what happened to the boy she was babysitting. (PS – He turned into Paul Rudd!)

Shiri: THAT IS QUITE THE TRANSFORMATION.

Jamie: Oh wait. No. The girl in the first one was Lindsey. Carry on. Nothing to see here.

Preston: Nothing like having the “We’re not REALLY family” conversation at 4 AM in a thunderstorm with a 9-year old.

Shiri: Why would you leave that doll in the room of a traumatized child?

Jamie: Yeah, that doll needs to go.

Preston: Who leaves their window open in a thunderstorm? That’s just asking for trouble.

Shiri: Okay. So if Jamie Lee Curtis is dead, what the fuck horror movie did I see her in where she’s on a train?

Jamie: Oh, she comes back. Don’t worry. Just not in this one, I don’t think.

Shiri: THE DOLL MOVED. KILL THE FUCKING DOLL!!

Jamie: OK, how the hell did Michael get under her bed? Ooh, he cleaned his mask.

Shiri: Okay, I actually jumped for the first time in four movies.

Preston: This movie has already lost its suspension of disbelief. There is no way that a kid IN A THUNDERSTORM AT 4 AM goes to investigate a closet door opening. Sweet mask, bro. Did you pick that thing up at the mask store?

Shiri: Silver Shamrock. It’s the next task set to them by the Stonehenge aliens. See, there’s continuity.

Jamie: So . . . that was really just a dream? Don’t you think Laurie Strode would’ve moved as far away from Haddonfield as fucking possible?

Preston: I don’t know why people in horror movie sequels don’t just, you know . . . MOVE. I mean. If this crap happened to me, I’d be NOPE’ing all the way to New Zealand. And . . . it’s HALLOWEEN now.

Jamie: “Do you want an oinker for a daughter?” That’s some top-quality 1988 dialogue. By the way, who says “foster sister” in conversation?

Shiri: “We’re going to have sex for the first time since 1962.” That’s why this night is special to the parents.

Jamie: That dog is totally going to die. Heroically.

Shiri: NOT THE DOG. NOT SUNDAY. Or is it Sundae?

Preston: “Sorry I ruin everything.” This kid’s little sister martyrdom is on point.

Shiri: Did she forget that if you babysit, you get to have sex in front of the children? Horrible, horrible five-second sex.

Jamie: LOOMIS!!!

Preston: Dude, that face is jacked up!

Shiri: Loomis looks like he melted. OH MY GOD. HE’S AN ANDROID.

Jamie: OK, so Michael’s face was all bandaged because of the fire. But Loomis looks like he just picked a bad zit.

Shiri: Ooooh. He’s British this time. Last time, he went back and forth between German and “educated Bostonian.”

Jamie: He’s been singing the same tune for 10 years. “He’s pure evil!” I mean, sure, he’s killed 16 people, but still no one believes him.

Shiri: I wonder if Loomis went to the gun range a few times between 2 and this one. Doesn’t matter anyway. Loomis is just going to stand outside the old Myers’s place all night and then notice the lurking far too late.

Jamie: So, is this 4 deaths in one go with the ambulance?

Shiri: The bodies are all chewed up? Did he EAT them?

Jamie: Christ, did he pull them apart with his bare hands?

Shiri: I mean, he did eat a dog in the first one. I generally like dogs more than most people, so . . .

Jamie: Why is there so much blood on the OUTSIDE of the ambulance? Did these cops even SEE the first two movies??

Shiri: Pirhannas? I can’t spell that word. Pointy teeth fish.

Preston: OK. Jamie must’ve been dreaming. Michael is still wearing the gauze mask.

Jamie: Death 5. Poor mechanic under the car. But that one had a satisfying sploosh sound. What are the fucking odds that Loomis stops at the same gas station as Michael?

Shiri: The splooshing in this franchise is certainly one of the highlights.

Preston: This gas station looks similar to the gas station in part III. Same set?

Shiri: If it is, they changed out the pumps. Then again, they did have the budget for some stellar burn makeup so anything is possible.

Jamie: You mean Rafferty’s Deluxe?

Shiri: DELUXE WHAT?

Jamie: Michael’s changed. He used to be such a neat and clean killer. Didn’t leave any blood at all. Now he’s just leaving people everywhere.

Preston: That guy was wrapped in that chain like some pro-level S&M shit. Michael knows what’s up.

Jamie: Death 6, I guess. Waitress on the floor.

Shiri: Okay, so he’s in a dive bar and there are pictures of Abraham Lincoln? Oh. Illinois. Is that supposed to be our Illinois reminder?

Preston: Man, how old is that dive bar?

Jamie: Oh, I get it. He had to kill the mechanic to get his overalls.

Preston: I mean this thing practically writes itself, Jamie.

Shiri: Ooooh. Loomis has a MUCH bigger gun this time.

Jamie: Did Michael just run away?

Shiri: Haven’t we established you can shoot Michael an infinite number of times in the head with little to no result?

Jamie: Uh oh. Brownout all over town now.

Preston: When did Michael learn to drive? Wasn’t he in the asylum forever?

Shiri: He drove in the first one too.

Jamie: It was an elective at the sanitarium.

Preston: Oh, the old “tease the kid because she’s an orphan” gag. Rich.

Shiri: Has anyone witnessed children taunting other children in this fashion? I mean, I got bullied in school, but not like this.

Preston: “You’re mom’s dead. Nyah nyah!”

Jamie: “You’re OK. You’re OK.” Oh, the ol’ self pep talk. Adorable. Hang on, she’s not allowed to ride in the front seat! I can’t believe anything else in this movie!!

Preston: Ice cream? Y’all got any Xanax?

Jamie: Is that Amy Winehouse driving?

Shiri: I miss that hair. When you have naturally giant hair, it was an excellent era for hair.

Preston: I miss any hair. Sigh.

Jamie: Both of you stop it right now.

Preston: #perspective

Jamie: I don’t think that uniform is regulation.

Preston: Guess the dude’s name? Chad? Brad? There’s definitely a Brock in there.

Shiri: Uh oh. Another sheriff’s daughter. We know how that ends.

Jamie: Why are the hardware stores like Halloween mask central in this universe?

Preston: Oooh. Vincent’s Drugs. Shoutout to Dinosaur Dracula for a nice expose about the items in that store.

Jamie: There’s another Michael Myers mask behind her! I will say this again. WHAT THE FUCK IS IT A MASK OF??

Shiri: PICK THE PUMPKIN! PICK THE PUMPKIN! PICK THE PUMPKIN! NO! NO CLOWNS! NO.

Jamie: Rachel’s boning in Aisle 4.

Shiri: See? Boning while babysitting.

Preston: “I’m not angry. Just . . . horny.”

Jamie: Man, that little girl is such a cockblock.

Shiri: This town has progressed.

Jamie: Hold up. This is 1988. There’s no Internet. No YouTube. How does little girl know what Michael looks like? Shouldn’t they have shielded her from this? At least a little bit?

Preston: Family photos? “Let’s go for a trip down memory lane . . .”

Shiri: I mean, it’s the same town. People talk. It was probably the kids at school.

Jamie: Slow motion cheerleaders! Loomis gettin’ lucky!

Preston: They teased me with drive-by cheerleaders, but so far the nudity quotient is zero.

Jamie: Wow. Everyone’s calling Loomis “old man.” Even the other old men. That’s kind of insulting.

Shiri: Evangelical weirdo. Loomis is getting lucky.

Jamie: I feel like Donald Pleasence forgot how to act between II and now. Sharing hooch with hobos – just another Halloween theme.

Shiri: Another doctor, sharing liquor with a hobo.

Preston: I feel like I need a drink to make it through this movie.

Jamie: I’ll be your hobo, Preston.

Shiri: It has FOUR AND A HALF STARS, PRESTON!

Jamie: Some dude on Amazon said this was the BEST ONE!

Shiri: “Where’s Rachel?” “She’s boning Brady in the living room.” “Oh, okay.” “Tell her to have fun, and we’ll be back by 11.”

Preston: Seriously, What parents are like, “It’s Halloween kiddo, but peace out, we have a party. Go to sleep by 9”?

Shiri: ALL of the parents in the first one.

Jamie: Preston, shitty parents are the real villains of the Halloween franchise. Like, isn’t it a bit too much of a coincidence that she’s in the EXACT SAME COSTUME AS LITTLE MICHAEL MYERS? That’s a bit on the nose.

Shiri: Please let it be Flash Gordon from the first one. Wow. Flash didn’t age well.

Jamie: Whoa. No long distance. This really is the 80s.

Preston: They need an MCI calling card for that.

Jamie: No kid is going to stop on the street to compliment…..a clown costume. It is not “really cool.”

Shiri: Uh oh. Brady is SO busted.

Jamie: Stupid Brady. “Rachel, you don’t understand! I needed to bone and you were babysitting!”

Shiri: I like Rachel.

Jamie: Also: Who answers the door for trick or treaters WITHOUT FUCKING PANTS ON??

Shiri: Did she answer the door for young children with no pants?

Preston: It’s her costume, Jamie. “Misguided teenager.”

Shiri: Pantsless in public – also a follow through theme.

Jamie: Oh great. Rachel lost Jamie.

Shiri: Oh look, the bar from III got a makeover.

Jamie: The hillbilly bartender’s name is Earl. OF COURSE it is.

Shiri: SPUDS!

Preston: I would drink at a bar with a light-up Spuds MacKenzie in a heartbeat.

Shiri: I would BUY a light-up Spuds in a heartbeat. I like that the biker bar has flower garlands. Nice touch.

Jamie: HILLBILLIES! POSSE UP!!

Preston: Where’s everyone going? Is there a hootenanny?

Jamie: They’re all going to die, but I love the enthusiasm. Guys, look out – Loomis is wearing murder gloves.

Shiri:  The cops in this franchise really like to have their shotguns ready when there are likely to be innocent civilians around

Jamie: NO!! NOT THE DOG!!!

Shiri: NOT SUNDAY!

Preston: “Bucky” bout to die.

Jamie: Oh, Bucky.

Shiri: Telephone repairman was the Winter Soldier’s worst cover identity ever.

Jamie: Death 7 – Extra Crispy Bucky. I love that these movies have an insanely high body count, but they’re really not bloody or gory at all. Except for Ms. Misfire in III. Why is she looking for Jamie in random peoples’ garages?

Preston: Well, that was convenient for Bucky’s death to also kill the electric grid. I’d HATE for a horror movie to be well lit.

Jamie: Also: I have to admit. The actress for Jamie is remarkably good for being a kid actor in the 80s.

Shiri: I was just thinking that. She has believable emoting.

Preston: Jamie aged well.

Jamie: I know. She’s in the Rob Zombie ones too (as a different character).

Shiri: You know what grows really well in Illinois in late October? Tulips.

Preston: Michael Myers everywhere!

Shiri: LET US GESTURE AT THESE CIVILIANS WITH OUR GUNS WHO ARE CLEARLY PLAYING A FUCKWAD PRANK.

Jamie: Those are the world’s stupidest teenagers.

Shiri: Except the one who got squished by the truck in the second one.

Preston: My favorite prank when I was a teenager was always “Let’s get the cops to pull their guns on us!!” Whee!

Shiri: 7

Jamie: That’s 8. At least. I think there was more than one cop there.

Preston: If I were Loomis, I’d be all, “DO YOU BELIEVE ME NOW?!!!!”

Jamie: HILLBILLY POSSE REPORTING FOR DUTY.

Shiri: Oh good. They’re all going to get deputized. I’m far more scared of those guys than I am of Michael. Loomis’s face looks better. I guess the zit cleared up.

Jamie: Loomis makes a good point. In the absence of a valid police force, rednecks will suffice.

Shiri: They’re probably more well armed.

Jamie: Why does nobody check the back seat? I ALWAYS check the back seat, even in the middle of the day.

Shiri: I checked the back seat this morning. Wow. The parents came home when the emergency was announced. The music is slow and off key which means they’re going to shoot some poor, innocent slob. Or kids fucking in the bushes.

Jamie: This is like Florida on a Tuesday night.

Shiri: Dude, this is like the neighborhood that touches ours on a Tuesday night.

Jamie: Death 9 – Ted Hollister in the bushes.

Shiri: They’re so dead. DON’T HAVE SEX, PEOPLE. NOT IN HADDONFIELD, NOT ON HALLOWEEN.

Jamie: Yep, this is Haddonfield. Big ol’ fake boobies.

Shiri: Moar. Fake. Boobs. I’ll write a haiku:
“Ode to 80s Fake Boobs”
Oh, eighties fake boobs
Why do you show them when you know
to nip slip is death

Jamie: LOL

Preston: DAD!!!

Shiri: Guys, why are thongs sexy? They literally go up your butt.

Preston: MOAR butt to see.

Shiri: lol

Jamie: She still doesn’t have pants on. I guess that’s a-ok in this family.

Shiri: “Nothing to see here. We are sitting here reading innocently in the dark by the fire.”

Preston: Yeah, give the teenager a gun. That’s smart.

Jamie: He asked if he knew how to handle it. Sheesh.

Preston: What are the odds on Brady making it out alive?

Jamie: Zilch. He’ll get his comeuppance in an embarrassing death.

Shiri: Probably with his butt framed by a window.

Jamie: Ooh, Sheriff is setting up Home Alone traps.

Shiri: Is he getting drunk or making Molotov cocktails?

Jamie: He’s nailing closet doors shut? Just blow on them. They’ll fall over.

Preston: Seriously. Why are these people sitting in the house? Round everyone up and take them to the Holiday Inn in the next state over!!

Jamie: They should go to the sanitarium. We KNOW Michael’s not going back there.

Shiri: There is loose fabric in the attic, which means it is a charnel house of death. Ooh. and the window is making a pentagram on the wall.

Jamie: “Sweetheart, don’t you think you should some pants on?”

Shiri: WHAT TEENAGE GIRL WALKS AROUND IN FRONT OF HER FATHER AND HIS COLLEAGUES WITH NO PANTS?

Jamie: He must be the laughingstock of the police station. Except the joke’s on them because they’re all dead now.

Shiri: This tiny town in IL has a huge contingent of New Yorkers.

Preston: STILL in her underwear.

Jamie: And no bra.

Preston: I think I’d find some pants by now.

Shiri: Pouring boiling water is another thing one usually wants their groin covered for.

Jamie: Odds on Halloween being canceled in Haddonfield next year?

Preston: Doubtful. I mean, they were still selling masks of the killer in the drug store.

Shiri: IT’S WHISTLERS MOTHER!

Preston: LOL

Jamie: He’s totally a German android made in 1785. Filled with egg yolk.

Preston: Great callback.

Shiri: I’m glad random CB guy can summon the national guard. Or the state police. Whatever.

Jamie: This whole scenario would be much easier if they just had cell phones. Now Loomis sounds Dutch. Or something. His accent keeps changing.

Preston: Loomis has had multiple conversations with people, and I would just like to point out that everyone has restrained themselves from saying, “Dude! what is up with your face?!” So kudos to them.

Shiri: Awesome, Loomis. You go talk at him some more.

Jamie: Ooh, cat fight over Brady.

Shiri: Fighting over boys is 80s girl bonding.

Preston: Do you think I can find my own “Cops do it by the book” shirt at Spirit Halloween this year? [ED: Maybe not, but you can buy one on Redbubble!]

Shiri: That wouldn’t have been as painful if she had been wearing pants.

Preston: Man, if I had a nickel for every time I woke up in a stranger’s bed wearing a clown costume. #BeenThere

Jamie: Michael has been conspicuously . . . not in this movie very much.

Shiri: She put on another shirt, but she’s still sans pants. “Deputy, is that your yolk on the floor?”

Jamie: MTV callout. Death…..9? Holy. Fuck.

Preston: Whoa. That’s gonna leave a mark.

Jamie: Pantless girl with no name gets nailed up to the wall. And . . . another boob job gone to waste.

Shiri: Who wants to die without pants?

Jamie: And Rachel didn’t hear anything in the next room over?

Shiri: No-pants boned her boy toy. She’s probably fine with it. Rachel’s gonna make it. She has normal boobs. And pants.

Preston: So was the cop decapitated or just dead in a corner?

Jamie: Oh. Um. Was she Death 10?

Shiri: Logan was . . . 9? So yes, she was 10.

Jamie: They all know Jamie is the target, and they ALL KEEP LEAVING HER ALONE.

Shiri: She lost her sister IN THE HOUSE. Like, okay, kid wanders away trick or treating, fine. But IN THE HOUSE?

Jamie: Did Brady see his girl hanging on the wall?

Preston: So when Jamie needs INTENSIVE therapy, will she and Michael be in the same insane asylum?

Shiri: They’ll do aversion therapy in group. Ugh. So Brady DOESN’T know how to use a gun?

Jamie: And Brady is Death 11. He went down swinging though.

Preston: Kudos to Brady. He went down fighting.

Shiri: He got a face peeling, though. Nice nod to the red-headed stepchild of the franchise. I wonder if Brady is made of bees too. Because that would be amazing.

Jamie: What would Michael do if he got Jamie? Would he just wander away? Retire in Cabo? They’re climbing that roof like it’s Everest. Roofs are not that steep.

Preston: Now all she needs to do is zip-line to a tree house to get away from the wet bandits.

Shiri: Rachel grew up to be kind of bad ass. Check out those mom jeans, though. THE POWER OF PANTS.

Jamie: That’s how you know she’s going to live. Can I just point out that Loomis is again nowhere to be found? That dude is useless.

Shiri: Now she’s lowering her back into the enclosed house. Oh, over the side. Okay.  That’s. . . minimally smarter. NOOOOO!!!!! The pants were supposed to protect her!!!! Dude, I feel for this kid.

Preston: That was kinda an ignoble death for Rachel. Hopefully she’ll come back.

Jamie: I have my doubts that she’s dead.

Shiri: It could be a Ripley scenario.

Jamie: See?? That didn’t take long.

Preston: Good call.

Shiri: Was that the Exorcist in the fog? Because I can live with that mashup.

Jamie: Loomis holding Jamie is more terrifying than Michael.

Preston: Wait. Why are they going to the school?

Jamie: And setting off the alarm to announce their presence.

Shiri: Oh, like we’re supposed to believe he could hit that lock? He couldn’t kill Michael with six bullets to the chest. When did Michael go blonde?

Jamie: And why is he already in the school?

Shiri: Must be his Billy Idol phase. It’s a nice day for a . . . slow slaughter.

Preston: Even Myers is a Bowie fan.

Shiri: Now he’s a brunette again. Did he bring a friend? I imagine it’s much more fun to serial kill with a friend.

Jamie: How did Rachel know they went to the school? Was there a memo?

Preston: Yes! Extinguish his ass! Rednecks to the rescue!!!

Shiri: FINALLY.

Jamie: I feel like these movies are an elaborate argument against the 2nd amendment.

Preston: Rednecks prove to actually be the smartest characters in this entire movie. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”

Shiri: See what pants can do? Survive falls, grow common sense, tame rednecks.

Jamie: “Haddonfield: Home of the Huskers” Are . . . are huskers dead teenagers?

Shiri: Brilliant. Just announce the location of the intended victims. They . . . they don’t know there’s a substation FOUR MILES outside of the town where they’ve spent their whole lives?

Preston: WHAT????

Jamie: Oh come on. The cop watched the truck drive away. He didn’t notice Michael car surfing on the back?

Shiri: I just busted out laughing. Excellent. Another face peeling.

Jamie: They all let their guards down. They all lost their faces.

Preston: DUDE! Michael has some skills.

Jamie: Deaths 11-13?

Shiri: FINALLY. Some splatter. EARN THOSE FOUR AND A HALF STARS, HALLOWEEN 4.

Jamie: Oh no! He’s pulling Rachel’s shirt off! Her common sense will go with it!

Shiri: NO! She’s okay as long as she keeps her pants on. The common sense lives in the pants.

Preston: RUN HIM OVER!!!

Shiri: THEN BACK OVER HIM. It’s the car version of double tapping

Jamie: HIT THE GAS! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Preston: YES!!!! Uh oh. Stick shift will get the best of em.

Jamie: Was that a conveniently placed graveyard? This kid has seen some shit.

Shiri: Jamie is going to be in therapy into the afterlife.

Preston: RAMBO!!!!

Jamie: Where did Sheriff get the bazooka?

Shiri: From Doctor Boner’s ex-wife.

Jamie: Did Michael just get swallowed by a sinkhole?

Preston: I hope those parents feel like shit now.

Jamie: Oh god. Bathtub scene. He’s not dead.

Shiri: He fell off a balcony, got shot in the chest, shot in the HEAD, and burned alive. If that didn’t kill him, I feel like an open grave is unlikely to do so.

Jamie: HOW? HOW DID HE GET BACK THERE AT THE SAME TIME AS THEM?

Shiri: Why does everyone have that knife. And why was it in the bathroom?

Preston: Are you kidding me???

Jamie: Ooooh, nice twist.

Shiri: That . . . actually makes a certain amount of sense. Creepy, horrible sense.

Preston: Yes . . . eventually, maybe. But immediately afterwards? Nah.

Jamie: Wait. Who was that she killed? I thought it was Rachel, but Rachel was right there at the end.

Shiri: The mom.

Jamie: Her mom? I mean, Rachel’s mom?

Shiri: Yah.

Jamie: Huh. I . . . I don’t know what I think about this one.

Shiri: I’m actually a little freaked out

Preston: So other than being a sounding board alerting the authorities, Loomis was actually pretty useless in this one

Shiri: Loomis is ALWAYS useless, lol.

Jamie: Uh, yeah, Preston. Loomis is 100% useless in all of them. Like, aside from a few standard horror movie tropes, there wasn’t much silly about this one. It was more of a psychological investigation into the effects of trauma on Jamie.

Shiri: Maybe you’re supposed to start wondering what happened to Michael? I mean, when he was a kid.

Preston: When does Michael become like Jason Voorhees and keep coming back from even more gruesome deaths?

Shiri: II, apparently.

Jamie: Well, he “dies” in each one. And keeps coming back. I think I liked this one.

Shiri: I . . . think I did too.

Preston: My only complaint about this one is I don’t really have many complaints.

Jamie: Crap, guys. I wasn’t expecting this.

Shiri: Me either. I thought they were all going to be AWFUL. This one… wasn’t? I mean, it wasn’t GREAT. But it wasn’t AWFUL.

Jamie: No. I mean, I wouldn’t categorize this is a “good” movie. But when you go into it expecting a bad slasher movie, it really gives you a mind fuck.

Preston: This wasn’t a great scary movie, but it also wasn’t a great BAD scary movie either. Do we get a JAMIE movie next?

Jamie: She’s in 5, yeah. But she’s older.

Preston: Is she the star? The main baddie? Or is Michael back again?

Jamie: Michael’s back again, and she’s in it. But that’s all I know.

Preston: I’d watch a Killer Jamie movie. I give this movie a solid “MEH.”

Jamie: Oh, I’d rank it . . . 2nd of the 4 so far?

Preston: That was fun guys. Not as fun as 3, but good times nonetheless.