Because it's still about Michael Myers, it all feels epic and larger than life in a way few of those other films do.

The result, though undeniably preferable to yet another misbegotten installment of the long-exhausted franchise, certainly doesn't compare to John Carpenter's landmark original film.

Taking 50 minutes to get to the present where the original took five, here we are offered something resembling justification for why poor little Mikey beat and stabbed his way to infamy.

Leans into the least interesting elements of the original storyline while also being held back by Rob Zombie's emphasis on style over substance.