OK, this is the last post in my big Halloween marathon, so if you're just tuning in, scroll all the way down to the beginning and start reading from there!
Halloween: Resurrection...or, Stacie Gets To Go To Sleep
No no no no no no no no no. No no no nonononononononoNO! NO!
I flat-out 100% refuse to acknowledge this. I refuse to accept that what happens in the first 15 minute of this movie is the way the story of my beloved Laurie Strode ends. Nope. Not gonna believe it. Hey, if Hollywood can literally pretend that Parts 4, 5, and 6 never happened (And boy, are they. I guess they can be considered like 3 issues of "What If?" comics from Marvel. What if...Michael had a niece?) then I can pretend that Laurie really did chop off Michael's head at the end of H2O. She lived to a ripe old age, and spent the rest of her life in a well-adjusted, care-free fashion, just like she deserved. And that's that.
It's too bad, too, because if I were to acknowledge Resurrection's existence, I might comment that it was silly and occasionally over-the-top, like maybe there was a cussin', karate-choppin Busta Rhymes in it. I might even say that despite the silliness I enjoyed it. But nope. After the first few scenes, I decided that I had in fact fallen asleep after H2O and was simply having a strange computer monitor-laden dream brought on by all the movies I'd watched earlier.
Halloween: Resurrection, I stick my middle finger up at thee! How dare you kill Laurie! I'll never forgive you, Busta Rhymes or no Busta Rhymes. In fact, I stick both my middle fingers up at thee...and now I go to bed.
See? Even Michael Myers is all tuckered out after his long long day of killing...and driving...and killing...and...It's 2am, but it's really kinda 3am- but then we set the clocks back a hour for Daylight Savings. Wow- 8 Halloween movies in about 16 hours. It's kinda like Groundhog Day, but...it's Halloween. Or something. I'm tired and my ass won't go anywhere near my couch anymore. Nighty night!