Useless, pointless, unscary, unfunny sequel that should have been thought over before it went before the lens. Donald Pleasance shows up for his paycheck and brings in a minamill performance as Dr. Loomis.
Taking place seconds after "Halloween 4", Michael Myers escapes his mineshaft doom and floats down river, shacking up with a hermit and tending to his wounds inflicted in the film (in one of the film's Grand Canyon size loopholes, people who have seen the previous "Halloween"'s know that Michael only appears to kill on the Halloween holiday, so, the question is what does he do for the other 364 days of the year?!?!). But, Halloween has come once again and "The Shape" (Michael) rises to kill and continue his search for his niece. Jamie, Michael's niece, is now a traumatized mute, who has a psychic link to her Uncle (she sees the deaths of Michaels victims through his eyes) and the only person who knows where he is.
There is also a foolish plot thread about a mysterious cowboy mystery man (Toby Keith?) dressed all in black, who helps Michael with his escape at the end of the film. The film just plain sucks. The acting is atrocious. Donald Pleasance looms over Danielle Harris and repeats the same three lines over and over ("Where is he, Jamie?! Where?!", "Write it down, Jamie! Write it down!", "HE is coming, I'm telling you!!") your rolling your eyes by the end of the movie. I laughed so hard when Danielle Harris started to pantomime her Uncle's actions, that I started choking on my popcorn! And as for the cowboy, I was waiting for the Waylon Jennings theme to the "Dukes of Hazzard" to start, when he first stepped off the Greyhound Bus (What!?!? No horse?). If you value life, such that it is, you shoud avoid this movie like the chicken flu.