|He had a head for a head.|
Pumpkinhead is sort of a deeply okay movie. It's not really bad (and indeed it's much better than a movie called Pumpkinhead has any right to be). It does some interesting stuff. The lighting and colour are gorgeous (there's a really striking orange/blue palette). Plus, it's a cool about-face the film pulls with its POV, starting with Ed Harley as protagonist, then switching gears halfway through to follow the imperiled teens. Generally, though, Pumpkinhead doesn't do much that a thousand other horror movies haven't done before and after, both better and worse.
The middle of the road is a dangerous place for a horror movie. The worst entries in the genre often wind up as popular as, or even more popular than, the best: look at Friday the 13th (a terrible film). There's something unique enjoyable about bad horror: the Sears catalog model woodenly reciting her lines, the monkey-with-a-typewriter script, the jump scare you see coming for ten minutes. There's a place in the annals of film for bad horror. But mediocrity? That's less sellable. (It's worth noting that Pumpkinhead got three sequels, though. Why? Who watched them?)
|No Bain, no gain.|