Hey kids: A new Chucky movie! On Netflix!
For nostalgia buffs, it all starts out very strong. Andy is back, in a surprisingly opulent opening shot, and the dialogue is not-so-bad.
Five minutes in
Super-cool twist before the opening credits even roll. Clearly, we knew Chuckster was on his way back, but that was fun.
As the credits roll, we learn the Fiona Dourif is starring in this flick along with her dear-old-dad. She starred in this film’s predecessor Curse of Chucky too, but it’s hard to know how the continuation train is going to roll in this franchise. I’m glad to see her back.
15 minutes in
We are in a mental-health facility. The acting in this scene is, again, surprisingly good. It’s actually a bit triggery in spots. Hot sex scene, though.
23 minutes in
Also? Multiple Chuckies running around right now.
30 minutes in
Sorry for the delay, I needed a beer for this. Goose IPA, for the record.
Angry lady with bangs is bugging me, which probably means she’s not long for this flick, so I’m going to try to let it go. In addition: Worst. Therapist. Ever.
35 minutes in
Plot exposition time, please hold…
44:50 minutes in
These effects are sick! The cinematography is amazing! A slow-mo of a breaking skylight falling into a stark-white examination room? Dude. BTW I was right about annoying lady with bangs. She’s now annoying head with bangs.
Just going to reiterate that worst-therapist-ever sentiment here again, with the added bonus of actor-info: he’s 17 days younger than I am, he’s Canadian, and much less menacing in appearance in his head shots.
Surprised this film wasn’t called Army of Chuckies… I bet the research proved that cults were more popular than armies this year.
Ok, so we just reached the super-meta point in the film at which Fiona Dourif is basically playing her dad.
This is happening. Reminds me of Bound…remember Bound?
There’s the final twist, ensuring an eighth installment. And I have to say … that might have been the best Chucky/Child’s Play film ever.