As the clock turned over to midnight, the marathon that saved me from missing a day on my marathon marched onwards, straight into the sequel, Halloween 2. As the movie fumbled forward, picking up moments after the first title ended, I was reminded of a bit of trivia that I learned several years ago. 
Apparently, the original plan for the Halloween series was to have the story of a different killer every Halloween night. I don’t remember what made the producer/director change their mind, but they did, and we are left with this somewhat forced fan service horror flick.
Oddly, most of the things that make the original Halloween a pillar of the silver scream pantheon seem to work against the sequel. All of the mystery is gone, leaving no real third act twist and the female protagonist, a role reprised of course by Jamie Lee Curtis, is basically ignored throughout the movie, gaining cognizance and awareness only when the pool of potential victims reaches the barrel scraping number of two.
The movie did help to create the obsessed protagonist we would enjoy in later installments of the film, but that is basically the only thing I can say in it’s favor.
My scare-o-meter rating is the lowest of the season 1.5 out of 5.
