Aster’s review published on Letterboxd:
I absolutely love this wackadoo poor man's Videodrome. It oozes such confident style, showcasing some gorgeous photography and low key one of Carpenter's best scores. Making the domesticated, mass-produced Halloween masks a site of inexplicable eldritch horror is such a goddamn power move, and this weird film mostly pulls it off. I've come to realize that the more I watch this one, the more its seams start to show. It's pretty clunky at times and it jerks the characters around to get where it needs to go. But I don't mind it too much. The only time it's truly laughable is when Dr. Dad Rowsdower hooks up with supposedly grieving Lydia Deetz. The intense desire to unravel the mystery is abruptly put on hold so daddy can slow suck a tibbie, with no chemistry to suggest this was gonna happen! Also watching Tom Atkins running is hilarious. Anyway, this has dropped in my ranked estimation of the Halloween films, not because it's bad or even mediocre (this is genuinely awesome), but rather I've finally come around to the brilliance of some of the other entries in the series. This will remain a perennial favorite.