When kids in the film’s present day stumble on her gown, sash, and crown, her ghost wakes up and starts going around getting kids dead, including lynching Jess (Beth Gondek) using the cape as the rope. It’s a tense, inventive, surprisingly sad sequence, and possibly the only one of its kind in the whole horror canon. If superheroes shouldn’t don capes for their own safety, maybe we should do away with capes as prom accessories just in case their wearers’ wraiths think of using them as murder weapons. Oh, I hadn’t seen that! Isn’t that every costume designer’s dream? If I have people showing up like Michael next Halloween, I will die and go to heaven. David Fincher is famously exacting. Presumably this extended to your brief for The Killer’s wardrobe?

About that killer-pants movie: It rules, hard. Look, any movie whose logline boils down to “clothes that actually slay” is silly on a molecular level, and if you can’t appreciate that kind of movie not in spite of the silliness, but because of the silliness, you have no reason to watch them. But the sheer abandon with which Elza Kephart directs Slaxx and marshals its core theme through the wanton butchering of just about every member of its cast makes for great horror.