Dario Argento’s original Suspiria from 1977 is widely and inarguably considered a classic of the horror genre, a lurid operetta of oversaturated color, creative death scenes, and nightmarish logic. It’s an unsettling waking dream that’s part personal impressionist painting, part universal fear.
40 years is a long time to wait for a proper sequel, especially for a film as iconic and genre-defining as John Carpenter’s 1978 slasher film Halloween. And when I say “proper”, I mean a sequel that respects the original, improves upon it organically, and doesn’t feel like a cheap cash grab with a recognizable name slapped on top.