Hopefully this film can goes a long ways to erase some of the shocking sequels that has happened after HII '81 (most of the films I know). Having Carpenter on-board should be a positive but you just never know. Would we trust Cameron to make a decent Terminator movie these days after he gave Genisys the thumbs up?
Anyways I would like to see this pick up after HII '81. A few years later perhaps, Loomis died in the fire, Laurie's ambulance crashed not long after they were moving her at the end of the movie and the only one that survived that night was Myers, that also plays on the 'you can't run from the boogeyman' theory/storyline. Also makes Michael back to being the pure evil entity he is suppose to be as opposed to being a Thorn member or taking orders from the man in black etc.
But yeah the next few months shall be interesting to see what develops and also absolutely no Busta 'I got you all in check' Rhymes please.
I wouldn't even have faith in Carpenter being able to succesfully helm a FaceTime call these days. The only thing he's been involved in since the mid eighties that wasn't shockingly bad was probably that episode of Masters Of Horror he helmed about the angel.
As for Halloween? The original is the most effective horror film of all time in my opinion, and anything that came after owes it a huge debt of gratitude. I can enjoy
some of the sequels for their cheesier elements....'Michael just walked straight through a glass door'....'Loomis was straight up ready to blow a little girl's brains out without even the slightest hesitation'....'Loomis has kidnapped a distressed kid and is dragging her through the old Myers Mansion (that used to be just a normal sized suburban house) and is using her as live bait, screaming "Come get your little girl, Michael!!!!"....'That Tommy Doyle grew up to be a right ****' etc....but there was never a need for any of them, beyond beating the last few dollars out of a dead horse.
If they're going to make it, then (as the kids say) keep it real. Set it in an old folks home, a sixty something Myers is a placid, immobile, mute presence, smelling vaguely of pish and being force fed porridge by p****d off health care workers wielding plastic spoons. He's been there for fifteen years, since they found him stood outside, staring through the window, obviously desperate to come in. He's basically like the Chief from One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest, except he wears a boiler suit and won't clean up (and you better not ask him to raise his hand). The staff there let him wear a mask because, after the amount of times he's been blown up, stabbed, shot, fell down some stairs, fell from a great height, fell down a mine shaft, been beaten about the body and face by a badly debuting Paul Rudd and roundhoused in the face by Busta Rhymes, his real face now basically resembles that of Mickey Rourke. He's harmless, contained and, thanks to early on set Alzheimer's, can't even bloody remember his way home.
Then, word of a new doctor starts doing the rounds. Bearded chap, voice like a stilted impersonation of Sir Alec Guiness straining on the s**tter. Then we see him walking towards Michael. Why, it's Ewan Mcgregor (but, for purposes of the plot, we just have to pretend he's the absolute drop dead spit of Donald Pleasance) and he's desperate to meet this poor, mysterious, old resident no other doctor has ever been able to reach or get a rise out of. As he bends down to introduce himself, we get a blurry close up of the name badge he's wearing, slowly coming into focus as he says "Hello there. My name's Dr Loomis". Then we get an absolutely massive close up of Michael's mad eyes widening as the Halloween theme tune kicks in.
Give the new Loomis the name Donald as a nod to the original like they always do. Say he's "his grandson", repeatedly, to beat home the fact. Have the newly reawakened Michael escape and start stalking him, only stopping to hold his lower back and catch his breath from time to time. Perhaps pop into the shop to buy a bag of 'Fishermans Friends', 'Werthers Originals', or some other hard sweet treat the elderly and toothless like to suck.
Make it so the original Loomis was estranged from his family and considered nothing but an obsessed mad man by them all, except for one person, his doting grandson Donald. Loomis (played in flashback by Jeff Bridges or Danny Mcbride) used to traumatise the kid with overly graphic tales of this devil child he first met after he murdered his sister and how, instead of simply doing his job and just trying to help the mentally disturbed youngster like any normal doctor might, he basically straight up bullied the little bastard and accused him of being a manipulative monster just fooling everybody....but not him.
He told him how he shot him....six times. How he shot his eyes out and blew him up along with himself. Hiw he smacked him over the head with a big plank of wood. How it was vitally important a mental health professional carry a sidearm and be prepared to fire it, with less than lethal accuracy, at all times. At anybody.
Young Donald Loomis lapped this stuff up (even the bits that were clearly bulls**t, like mysterious cult members operating under the banner of 'the black thorn', his grandad swapping six cows for some mystical stones that could freeze a psychotic and seriously annoyed serial killer on the spot, and Jamie Lee Curtis
not getting her kit off). When his grandfather finally went to his grave, a deranged, penniless, old drunk with a beard down to his balls, he beckoned young Donald over and repeated that bit from the original Halloween about Michael having "the blackest eyes, the devils eyes" before breathing his last word:"Michael!".
The not very original twist is that Donald Loomis has spent his entire life searching for Michael Myers ever since that moment. Researching case files, following clues, hitting dead ends, asking innocent old tramps taking shelter in train stations if they were the terror of Haddonfield hit upon hard times. Now, at long last, he's tracked the 'nemesis he never met' down and duly tempted him out of retirement...deliberately...for a final reckoning between the last living members of the Loomis and Myers families.
Thing is, by the end, we've realised Donald is just as mentally unstable and dangerous as Michael, and Michael, just because he's old and bloody useless, has earned our sympathy and respect for his brave attempt to relive the glory days of his youth. The two characters themselves come to realise the same and move in together, become a double act, sitting side by side on the settee, eating microwave meals and marking Jennifer Lawrence's arse out of 10. Well, Loomis does that last bit. Michael just nods and gives him the thumbs up, before playfully stabbing thin air with his plastic knife (sometimes a Spork) and then they both start rolling around, laughing hysterically, like it's the funniest thing ever.
The ********g end.
If nothing else, at least this way there's an inbuilt explanation for the heavy breathing and super slow walking pace at all times.