Cult of Chucky

Wow! another Chucky movie!! Once I saw this on Netflix I made plans to see it.

Loved how sick and psychotic this shit started out. After the events of Curse of Chucky, you would have thought Andy, the kid from the original movie would have been done with his good guy doll ( I would have assumed it’s been over with him since Bride of Chucky snice he was not in it, but…). The problem is that he’s still being hunted by the ghost of Charles Lee Ray. He seems like a mild adjusted adult considering (Must have been the military training he received at school in Child’s Play 3 (man, I missed that title). Unfortunately, in an age where people can google you, anytime he tries to get a real relationship with another person they look up his dark past and discover how death literally follows him around and they don’t want to handle that. This leaves the only person Andy can talk to is the separated head of Chucky, which can’t be good.

But just like with the start of Bride, the Chucky era of this slasher film franchise puts Andy as a back story to Nica, played by Fiona Dourif (Who happens to be Brad Dourif’s daughter (You know, the guy who plays the voice of Chucky in all the movies (That’s got to be a record for slashers, right?). Nica who was in the last movie returns and was put in a insane asylum because everyone (including herself) believes that she made up the fact that a toy from the 80s was a killing machine, but of course we know the truth, especially when Chucky comes after her, and like with Bride of, he’s not alone (Sort of)

One of the factors of not using the title Child’s Play anymore and sticking with the Chucky titles is pointing out the sure camp that Chucky has become. No longer scary or met to be scary, the movie are fully fun to watch. Only Freddy Kruger (Robert Englund’s version) is more witty. That’s not saying much as they are the only two who can talk (Unless you count Pin head from Hellriser , but he don’t really say much).
Adding to the fun is the a fact that Chucky’s doing his killing in a confined space like a looney bin filled with what on the surface seem like helpless victims but deep inside are just as derange as the monster itself.

Cult of Chucky seems to focus on this factor a lot more. The actual killing is inventive but not as awesome as I would expect of a Slasher from the 80s. It’s got a psychological thriller edge to it that makes it a better movie than any of the slasher horror parts, but Chucky can still horrify you in the most demented way possible. Cause that shit is just crazy having a fucking doll go on a murderous rampage.

So not a bad entry in the Chucky titled era of the Child’ Play film franchise. It’s more for fans of the series which is great in this day of nostalgia, very trivial,  but a lot of fun.