cult of chuckyUniversal 1440 Entertainment

“Okay, let me explain something to you. I am a vintage, mass-marketed children’s toy from the Eighties, standing right in front of you, holding a very sharp scalpel.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes I am.”

Hey, remember the ending of Curse Of Chucky? Presuming you watched Curse Of Chucky. I realize it’s awfully presumptuous of me to just assume you come into this pointless review of yet another sequel in the Child’s Play franchise having watched at least the previous entry. In case you haven’t let me enlighten you: The paraplegic daughter from Curse Of Chucky–Nica…her name is Nica–was found guilty of the murders in that previous movie by way of insanity, and was confined to one of those high-security asylums for the criminally insane. Of which I’m presuming was not named Arkham. Which would be pretty awesome if it was. Anyway…

Well, here we are now, four years after the events in Curse Of Chucky, where we find Nica having a breakthrough of sorts in her intense therapy, and being transferred to a medium security psychiatric hospital. Here we meet the colorful kill fodder for the movie: a tough but fair nurse, another nurse that doesn’t really do much, a guy with multiple identity disorder, a woman who believes she’s dead and is now a ghost haunting the hospital, a rather angry lady who burned her house down, and a lady who committed infanticide with her own son. And also the psychiatrist who is the epitome of creeper. The psychiatrist comes upon the brilliant idea of incorporating a Good Guy doll to the therapy group (really, how easy is it to get ahold of one of those allegedly “vintage” dolls? Is there an entire warehouse full of these unsold atrocities, and some guy with an eBay account?) as a bit of therapy technique. Ah, yes, the ol’ keep them from sleeping due to traumatic nightmares technique. Works every time. Of course, this backfires when the bodies start piling up (again), but of course no one believes it’s the doll. This is a psychiatric ward, after all. Next thing you know, more Chuckies show up and join in the fun, and blood-soaked wackiness does ensue.

Of course, I left out a bit more of that synopsis. Don’t want to spoil all of the surprises. Suffice to say, once again the whole stigma of being a direct-to-video release has been obliterated by the quality of the film itself. Like with Curse Of Chucky, director Don Mancini wasn’t going to let that stop him from crafting another entertaining horror flick with heavy black comedy elements.

Bottom line is that Cult Of Chucky was far more fun than it should have been, and I couldn’t be any more pleased with this entry in the franchise. The scene where the three Chuckies are arguing about who was going to kill series original Andy is worth the price of the rental alone. Cult Of Chucky is another great entry in the series, and should definitely be watched as a double feature with the previous Curse Of Chucky for full effect.