Remember, kids, bitches get stitches.
Yes, good old Chucky sure changed the way things were viewed regarding the popular My Buddy doll. For example, I looked at the doll as I used the bathroom in my childhood bedroom (which had no doorknob and could not be locked or really secured from dolls that want to play "hide the soul") and thought it would be a great idea to douse it in a flammable liquid and toss it into the nearest fire. But, that's just me.
|Granted, it didn't really work out too well for Andy.|
|Did you guess it was something that very much makes the case against gingers having souls?|
Yeah, just take a moment and really look at that Good Guy doll. I mean, really look at it. It was creepy before, but now it looks like the sort of toy you would lock a rapist alone in a room with as a punishment. Five minutes into this and I am already creeped out by new Chucky and he hasn't even killed anyone. But hey, one scene later...
|Sorry, sweetie, I seem to have slipped on a pair of scissors and died. I'll clean up this mess later.|
One dead mom later, we get introduced to the rest of the cast. Seems our wheeled heroine has a bitchy sister, a Paul Rudd-ish brother-in-law, an adorable niece, and a token attractive blonde babysitter. Oh yeah, and a padre shows up too, because nothing cheers you up faster than a man reminding you that the church's official stance on suicide is pity. Really, that's the only thing he does. He has very little dialogue and just seems to be around to add to the body-count, which I am alright with. It turns out the bitchy sister is a bitch and wants two things in life: to sell their mother's house while her sister moves into an assisted living home, and to scissor the living fuck of the nanny.
|Is that award winning actor Brad Dourif or just a wandering Tommy Wiseau?|
|"Chucky, what are blue balls?"|
|Isn't he adorable, folks?|
|I'll be your friend to the end!|