It collapses into repetition and unintended self-parody, as it’s devoid of the subtext and empathetic audacity.
This rich and gorgeous disc damn near rectifies this film’s nearly unforgivably indifferent theatrical release earlier in the year, and in time for Halloween to boot.
Rob Zombie understands horror as an aural-visual experience that should gnaw at the nerves, seep into the subconscious, and beget unshakeable nightmares.
Treading well-worn ground to diminishingly creepy returns is a bone-deep problem for Rob Zombie’s latest, especially with regard to his characters.
Rob Zombie’s gut understanding of what makes ‘70s horror so great is unfortunately glimpsed in only short, sporadic bursts in Halloween.