Last night I pulled out a John Carpenter film I bought long ago but had never watched: Prince of Darkness (1987). It was interesting enough, and another sort of Lovecraftian story from him. In the Mouth of Madness (1994) is even more so.
I have a love/like relationship with Carpenter's films. I totally admire him and his style, I like his locations, he uses scope to great advantage, he's creative with old themes that have been done to death, and the films are never boring. I just don't love every one of them. But I love a few of them, and I've enjoyed every one I've seen to greater or lesser degrees.