There’s a scene in 1978’s “Halloween” where Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis), running from Michael Meyers, heads to the nearest house and starts frantically banging on the door, screaming for the occupants to help. The porch light flickers on, and with it relief – they’ve heard her! But, as Laurie continues to scream, the light eventually turns back off, all hope of rescue extinguished. That dark porch in a suburban town is as ominous as anything else in the film – a chilling reminder that, despite the promise of small town solidarity, this is every man for himself.

Fast forward almost 50 years later, and we’ve got Zach Cregger’s “Weapons,” one more step forward in the broken promise of suburbia – a horrifying, ultimately funny yet brutal treatise on the so-called safety of these so-calle

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