The seventh sequel to John Carpenter's terror trailblazer is another workmanlike exploiter from Rick Rosenthal, the director of the dreary Halloween II. Six students are chosen by the Dangertainment Network to spend Halloween night in the old Myers house, which has been fitted with cameras for a live internet broadcast. Given the set-up, it doesn't come as a total surprise when Michael - still not dead despite having been decapitated in H20 - arrives to turn things bloody for the benefit of online viewers who think it's all a charade. Once Jamie Lee Curtis disappears from the plot (quickly, obviously just fulfilling her contractual obligations), the stale "Big Brother" plot sinks into a suspense-free morass of clichéd shocks and messy camerawork. From its overuse of John Carpenter's original imagery and re-orchestrated score to the bog-standard knifings and tired old ploy of the "is he really dead?" open ending, everything in this pedestrian plodder is obvious and lazy.

Reality programmers at DangerTainment select a group of thrill-seeking teenagers to spend one night in the childhood home of serial killer Michael Myers. Their planned live broadcast turns deadly when Michael decides to crash the party.