Christopher Pate’s review published on Letterboxd:
Film #6 of Hooptober 2016
"Death has come to your little town, sheriff..."
John Carpenter's Halloween is not far off the perfect horror film; a cold, sinister exploration of the comfortable, naive and trusting sentiment of small town America - and how easily that can be penetrated.
The beautiful shots of the empty streets of Haddonfield best represent the tone of the film, each dead leaf that falls to the ground symbolising the town slowly succumbing to the dark, bleak days of winter ahead. Carpenter so successfully dislodges the idea of the perfect, Arthur Miller, 'apple pie' American town by offering brief glimpses of The Shape lurking amongst the foliage, his disembodied breath occasionally being heard upon the Autumn breeze - creating an overwhelmingly unpleasant sense of dread.
The terror in Halloween does not come from The Shape, but instead it comes from the quiet, unassuming, trusting suburbia. It is the ease with which Michael Myers is able to stalk his victims that truly makes Halloween a masterpiece of horror cinema.