Halloween III: Season of the Witch (1982)


I really love that if producers were planning on engaging us in an anthology of horror films that they’d include elements from the holiday to incorporate in to a movie. I think with enough out of the box thinking, there could have been at least six movies about the horrors of Halloween or Samhain. But then this was the eighties. Audiences didn’t want out of the box. They liked it all boxed up and easy to consume. “Halloween” had a Halloween masked killer stalking babysitters during Halloween night. And here’s “Halloween III” about the idea of sacrifices and samhain all thanks to an… evil Halloween mask maker. And his army of robots.

What I wonder is, can you imagine if Michael grabbed one of the Silver Shamrock masks for Halloween and during the big commercial his head turned to bugs and mush thus beating the killer once and for all? How much sick and twisted irony would that have been? “No stupid, Halloween is a movie in this universe.” I’m aware, but it’s still a cool idea. Rather than being a sequel that turns Halloween on its head and leaves you somewhat appreciating the inherent terror in the holiday, this third film not only seems to have a blatant antipathy toward the spirit of the holiday but also seems to mock every entertaining element about it, including costumes, masks, candy, and the like.

“Halloween” seemed to muster up everything you loved about the holiday. Laurie and her kids even carve a pumpkin and watch a horror marathon before the big finale. This movie is more based around the hollow idea of Halloween and it feels absolutely sterile from head to toe. “Season of the Witch” just seems to go through the motions with stale performances, utterly terrible acting, and a villainous plot so convoluted and hopelessly stupid, I can’t believe anyone understood what our madman was plotting to do. Surely, it’s not far fetched for a company to unleash endless marketing on consumers to the point where they’re common facets of culture.

But are we really supposed to believe every child in America loved Silver Shamrock with their limited line of masks, and were home at the precise time the evil Gaelic tycoon wanted to sacrifice them all? “Halloween III” is mostly just a science fiction film with toned down violence from its predecessors, as well as terrible special effects that fail to deliver on dread. “Season of the Witch” often gets hatred for being a bad “Halloween” sequel, but even on its own, it’d still be a very forgettable pseudo-horror film from the eighties that did nothing more than provide a vehicle for Tom Atkins. It’s a pretty crummy sequel with so much potential to deliver, and simply hasn’t enough plot to sell itself as a genuine take off on the original concept for the “Halloween” series. It’s no wonder they gave up after this, and brought back Michael Myers.