Resurrection picks up from H20, ignoring Halloweens 3-6 entirely in favor of (ostensibly) killing off Jamie Lee Curtis once and for all (before the opening credits, no less) and bringing in the likes of Busta Rhymes and Tyra Banks to push the teens toward their doom for the aforementioned Halloween-night "Webcast." It's competently made, but lacking in real thrills, and while it's flashier and a good deal less unintentionally funny than the mid-80s Halloween sequels, it's also a good deal more soulless. While it may be easier to make decent-looking movies these days, there's still something to be said for pure ingenuity, which this movie surely lacks. I have come to enjoy the Halloween movies much more than the Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street flicks to which Halloween has always come in third-place, like Wendy's to McDonald's and Burger King. This particular installment, however, is empty calories through and through … satistfying enough upon consumption, but offering a legacy only of flatulent gas. It is never a defining moment when Busta Rhymes figures in to the supposed death of a major horror-film character. I mean, think how easy it was for him to kill his own music career … it took what, six months?
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