DRIVE-IN SATURDAY
Last Halloween was disappointing for me. I hadn't even begun preparing my trick or treat items when the first band of kids arrived begging on my doorstep. I had to give them apples without razor blades. Oh well, I'll get the little bastards next time. John Carpenter's film, Halloween, is no disappointment.
Trick Or Meat?
by Edouard Dauphin
Last Halloween was disappointing for me. I hadn't even begun preparing my trick or treat items when the first band of kids arrived begging on my doorstep. I had to give them apples without razor blades. Oh well, I'll get the little bastards next time.
John Carpenter's film, Halloween, is no disappointment. In fact, it's one of the most elegant and genuinely frightening shockers of recent years—comparable to such classics as Night Of The Living Dead, Texas Chainsaw Massacre and maybe even Invasion Of The Blood Farmers.
At the Times Square screening of Halloween I caught, the audience consisted of addiebrained cretins who, if they ever got up the energy to go trick or treating, would probably ask for razor-flavored apples. They gobbled it up.
Halloween is set in the Midwest, an area of our country well familiar with madness and the most senseless atrocities. After all, isn't CREEM headquartered there?