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.
Zombie understands horror as an aural-visual experience that should gnaw at the nerves.
Treading well-worn ground to diminishingly creepy returns is a bone-deep problem for Zombie’s latest.
Rob Zombie’s gut understanding of what makes ‘70s horror so great is unfortunately glimpsed in only short, sporadic bursts in Halloween.