Revisiting . . . Halloween (1978)

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VHS Revival revisits John Carpenter’s genre-defining masterwork.


John Carpenter‘s Halloween was guilty of a great many crimes.

So successful was his low-budget revelation that it spawned an entire decade of sleazy, half-baked imitators, movies so devoid of technical competence that the genre had no other option than to descend into self-parody. Fortunately, for those of us with a taste for the unthinkably inept, lots of those movies have found a special place in our hearts, and we can enjoy the likes of Jason Voorhees as self-aware garbage without having to descend into discussions about graphic violence and misogynistic representations.

Halloween is one of those rare movies that are able to use violence in its most positive and productive sense. This is art first and foremost, and the movie’s graphic nature is never superfluous. Everything we see on screen serves a purpose, which is to create a visceral experience of the vicarious variety, offering the kind of tension that we can fully immerse ourselves in and experience it as if it were our own.

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Of course, to pull this off takes not only great artistry, but impeccable judgement and understanding of the formula. Some, like Carpenter, are bright and resourceful enough to expand on that formula, are able to create the kind of seminal experience that becomes woven into the fabric of our very culture. Exactly how many times have you been scared of Myers clone Jason Voorhees? We have marvelled at him, laughed at him, and he too has become a cultural icon in his own right. But scared? I don’t think so. Ironically, Halloween’s influence would serve to weaken its own franchise, culminating in a series of Friday the 13th clones which cheapened the legendary ‘shape’. But the original instalment will always be remembered as a classic, and is one of the few horror movies that can truly be labelled a masterpiece.

Laurie – It was the boogeyman…

Dr. Sam Loomis – As a matter of fact, it was.

So what makes the movie so great? There are many factors. In terms of serving its purpose, Halloween is a flawless exercise in filmmaking, incredible when you take into consideration the fact that Carpenter was barely thirty when he shot the movie in twenty days on a budget of approximately $320,000 dollars, $20,000 of which going to hard-up thespian Donald Pleasence, who only agreed to lend his considerable talent for 5 days due to alimony payments. But Carpenter is nothing if not resourceful, and after composing perhaps horror’s most famous score inside of 3 days, he would cut the eyes out of a William Shatner mask and spray it white, giving us one of film’s most iconic killers. So strapped for cash was the director that the crew were reduced to painting bags of spring leaves brown in order to make the movie seasonally accurate, while the cast were asked to provide their own wardrobe.

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Central to the movie’s success is its simplicity. Asides from having to depend on the more basic, and therefore creative elements, this is a tale of stripped-down clarity that doesn’t seem beyond the realms of plausibility, a fact which makes the experience all the more terrifying. That’s not to say there isn’t an element of the fantastical about Myers, but this is a man let loose on the kind of suburban neighbourhood that should be immune to such horrors. Nobody expects the likes of Myers to show up for a murderous rampage, and the community’s innocence only adds to our killer’s elusiveness. Thanks to Carpenter’s panic-infused synths and concurrent pacing, Halloween maintains a mounting sense of dread which is as potent in the drab palettes of the daytime as it is in the dead of night, and Myers becomes an almost invisible entity, in spite of his blunt and brutal nature.

Myers is an omnipotent presence, a malevolent lingering who haunts every frame with his heavy breathing and inhuman patience. Like the youngster who murdered his sister all those years before, there is a naive inquisitiveness to his pursuit, and an eerie fascination with the acts he feels so strangely compelled to commit. As his mask dissolves in and out of darkness, he orchestrates proceedings with an almost infantile sense of torment. He revels in his ability to manipulate proceedings, exploding into sudden acts of brutality and analysing his work like an artist mulling over the finer details. It is Michael’s subtle hegemony that keeps us glued to the edge of our seats. With him, you feel it is not a matter of If, but When, and as his victims are drawn ever closer to their indomitable fates, we feel our own control slipping out of reach.

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Essential to Halloween’s dramatic tension is our participation in proceedings. Thanks to Carpenter’s teasing direction, we see what probably isn’t there. We hear what nobody else hears, and we know what is coming, just maybe. Take the scene where an oblivious Linda reaches for the phone as our killer finally makes his move, too detached from humanity to understand the irony of his ghostly disguise, or the close-up of a sobbing Laurie Strode as a relentless Michael sits up in the background, triggering the first urgent notes of Carpenter’s blood-curdling score. In spite of the fact that we are very much in the know, Michael remains something of a mystery. We witness the act that had him committed, we soak up the vague damnations of the beleaguered Dr Loomis, but all else is contained behind that mask, existing only in our imaginations.

I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized that what was living behind that boy’s eyes was purely and simply… evil. – Dr. Sam Loomis

Unlike much of what Halloween would contrive to inspire, we care about the predestined characters of Haddonfield, particularly the studious and heedful Jamie Lee Curtis, whose slight and whimpering Laurie Strode would ultimately prove a match for our seemingly indestructible predator. This connection is essential to any horror movie worth its salt, because without affinity there is no empathy, and all else will crumble as a consequence. Carpenter sketches a familiar town with familiar characters, an essence blighted by a singular, unsettling entity, and as we peek from our own windows while the film plays out, we imagine these events as a very plausible reality. We see Myers standing unchallenged beneath a streetlamp. We imagine him breathing on the periphery of our own suburbia. This is no Frankenstein’s monster or shape-shifting Nosferatu; this is real, and although you can thrill and laugh and resign it all to fantasy, something tells you that this is perhaps more authentic than you will ever be comfortable with.

Cedric Smarts




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