Sunday Bloody Sunday: ‘Motel Laser Death’ From ‘Halloween III – Season Of The Witch’

Don’t you know that you’re not supposed to poke around with things you don’t know anything about?  If only Marge from 1982’s Michael Myersless sequel, Halloween III: Season Of The Witch, could have taken heed of those exact words.  Welcome to this week’s Sunday Bloody Sunday where as I’ve stated previously, I’m going to stick with the Halloween theme throughout this month.

So, I bring to you the death scene from Halloween III that doesn’t involve a kid getting his head eaten by bugs after wearing a self-destructive mask.  Yes, it’s the unfortunate demise of Marge, a store owner who sells the Silver Shamrock masks and has come down to the town of Santa Mira to pick up a new order.  As she’s relaxing in her hotel room and begins to fumble around with a microchip that has fallen off from one of the masks, this happens:

Poor Marge.  That laser really fucked her up.  Btw, I love how Tom Atkins and his moustache are getting some sweet lovin next door while all this is going down.  I said it before and I’ll say it again:  I like this movie.  I know, I know – it doesn’t have Michael Myers in it.  It’s dumb as shit, but overall Halloween III has a traditional feel to it that makes me get into the Halloween spirit.  And that’s good enough for me!  Oh – and let’s not forget about Tom Atkins’ moustache either.  That thing will make any movie better.

*What do you feed that thing?*

Required Viewing For Halloween: Halloween III: Season Of The Witch (1982)

Here we go.  The Halloween movie that everyone either loves or loves to hate. Halloween III:  Season Of The Witch came out in 1982, but with one small omission. There was no Michael Myers.  What?!!  Blasphemy!!  That’s right kids, no Michael Myers.  Instead, he would be replaced by an evil mastermind of a Halloween mask company called Silver Shamrock who planned on killing millions of kids on Halloween night by placing pieces of a stolen Stonehenge boulder into their Halloween masks! This stuff just writes itself.  Panned by critics as well as fueling outrage from the faithful Halloween moviegoers, this entry into the franchise did poorly at the box office, but slowly started to develop a much deserved cult following.

*jazz hands!*

Yes, I am on the one side of the electric fence that feels that this movie is a guilty pleasure, especially around Halloween time and I’ll gladly burn at the stake for thinking that.   Continue reading