For example, in the piss-poor but fun Halloween: Resurrection, Jamie Lee Curtis’ iconic Laurie Strode begins the movie in a nuthouse, crazy with guilt after accidentally killing a random paramedic, with three children no less, who she mistakenly thought was Michael Myers.
To give her credit, he was wearing the serial slaughterer’s signature William Shatner mask and not talking, but like a real maroon, she decided to make extra sure that she’s killing the right person, and not a heroic first responder with a family, so she yanked his mask off, which affords him an opportunity to murder her.
Every element of this opening is disappointing, from the Home Alone-style traps to its wild-eyed conception of Laurie Strode as a pill-stashing maniac to the exceedingly dumb way the Final Girl dies so that the film can focus on what it really cares about: online competitions and the blustery charisma of rapper-actor Busta Rhymes.
As in the earliest scenes in Halloween: Resurrection, the Laurie Strode of Green’s Halloween legacy sequel is pathologically obsessed with preparing for the inevitable day when the boogeyman will reappear to finish what he began on October 31st, 1978, in terms of murdering her and anyone who gets in the way of his prey.