Sorry to say, but the Blumhouse trilogy (2018-2022) was way better than the Thorn trilogy (1988-1995) and H20/Resurrection Duology (1998-2002)
Let me count the ways!
* No shitty looking masks that look like they came from Party City
* No retconning of a twist ending (i.e. The niece is now the killer)
* No stupid bullshit with a mute psychic child
* No clown cops (accompanied with retarded music)
* No mansion-sized Myers house
* No crazy Dr. Loomis
* No Tina!
* No man in black who is later revealed to be a minor character from the original film
* No stupid cliffhanger ending that took years to resolve
* No ridiculous over the top Celtic droid cult
* No mysterious disappearance of Michael Myers after he's defeated
* No ignoring recent sequels (even if H'18, HK, and HE already ignores every sequel)
* No cliche 90210 teens in a horror movie about a masked killer
* No rappers who are no longer relevant
* No stupid rectcon of "It wasn't Micheal Myers, it was a paramedic!"
* No killing off the original main female protagonist in a very insulting way
* No stupid reality web cam show
* No "Trick or treat, mothafucka!"
* No wisecracking rapper kung-fu-ing Micheal Myers
* No cliffhanger ending that gets ignored in the next film, which was a complete re-imagining of the franchise
Honestly, if you think the new trilogy is bad. Go back and watch the Thorn trilogy and H20 and Resurrection. Halloween 4 was pretty good and still holds up and sadly is the only decent one out of the bunch, Halloween 5 was godawful and just fucking boring and nothing happens until the last 10 minutes or so. While Halloween 6 was "so bad its good", the whole cult plot makes literally zero sense and doesn't belong in the series at all. Also Paul Rudd wasn't terrible, he was just "okay" as Tommy Doyle. The guy who played him in Kills was way better. As for H20, it's very dated and Myers is a complete pussy in that one, and we all could give zero shits about Resurrection. Also one thing the Blumhouse trilogy did better; Michael Myers is actually killed off, for good; instead of him scurrying away like a little bitch for the 1,000th time.