Not a very deep observation, but cool. It's still an amazing movie twentyish years later. (I wonder if it still scares the crap out of kids, though, especially if they wind up watching it on a channel like FX, where the fuckwits cut away to a commercial just as the neighbor turns the porch lights out on Laurie and JLC is screaming as if she's really about to be knifed. Jesus.)
Carpenter, at his best, really gave good atmosphere, like in "The Fog."
We need a new horrormeister to step up and kick the genre. Kevin Williamson seems to have moved on. Oh no, wait, I was wrong. Kewl. And, okay, that cast list officially cracks me up.
Hey, my bed just peered out around the corner of my bedroom door and said, "Bitch, kiss my fat white pillows." Must heed and go.
