Imagine a Halloween where we feel safe, because one lovable goofball is brave enough to face the monsters for us. That is the promise of Ernest P. Worrell, who stumbles into a small-town curse with his dog Rimshot at his heels, the enigmatic Old Lady Hackmore issuing warnings from her porch, and a horned terror named Trantor lurking in the woods. The opening credits alone set the stage, splicin...
