David Lawrence’s review published on Letterboxd:
In a nutshell: This rewatch delivers Michael Myers more in plain sight than my memory allowed, but no less chilling. Carpenter spends plentiful time building the viewer towards a knowledge that something bad is going to happen at some point soon, leaving us afraid to look away in case we miss something, but yet at the same time scared to look just in case we do not. It's not a spoiler to reveal that bad - nay, evil - does happen, and in aplomb. Pleasance's delivery of portentous dialogue is appropriately overblown and Curtis provides a heroine for whom we can root. The prolific sequels may have diluted this for some, but this is the horror film at its peak.
If you like this, try: Black Christmas (1974)