After his brutal escape, Myers returns home to Haddonfield, Illinois to look for his younger sister (the adopted Laurie Strode, played by Scout Taylor-Compton). The critical establishing scenes with Laurie reveal her not as a sweet and somewhat naive teenager, but actually as a rather unlikable wiseass, a fatal flaw for the movie.
Likewise, Strode's friends (and their boyfriends), who are portrayed in the original as basically decent kids with healthy sex drives, are nastier and more vulgar in Zombie's hands. Their deaths are therefore horrific not because of who they are but simply because of the graphic way in which they are dispatched.
The climactic showdown between Michael and Laurie is the final huge letdown in the film. Through most of the confrontation she opts to flee and scream rather than fight back at all, and at one point she makes the ridiculous decision to hide herself and her babysitting charges in a bathtub (as if Myers were not a killer but a tornado). By the time the battle is over Laurie has clearly snapped, but because Zombie failed to properly cast her in a sympathetic light we have no reason to care.
Rob Zombie is no doubt a skilled director. But while his Halloween is a technically well-crafted film, it lacks any of the subtlety and spookiness of Carpenter's spartan original. It forgoes mood and suspense and loads up on vulgarity and gory, brutal realism. Instead of reinvigorating the moribund franchise, it takes its place next to the numerous dismal sequels in the series.