Corey’s review published on Letterboxd:
something about getting a swelling itch that begs to be scratched when the thought of rewatching Halloween for the thousand-and-oneth time comes about as the titular holiday lurks about the horizon—the bottled autumnal vibrations that send ripples of terror through the glass case of suburbia at the drop of a note, a masked breath, the shape of a shadow, the disparity between flooded streets and isolated stairwells. it all converges on the singular embodiment of the faceless, ceaseless stalk who pierces the threshold with more than just a steel glint. let’s just blame it on the first week of September enjoying some cloudy weather to ring in the “season.”
1970s
Favorite Horror
All-Time Top 50
John Carpenter
Slasher Showdown
