The best month on the blog continues with a somewhat less…artistic film? Unless you consider fake blood and slow-mo glass shattering to be fine artistry.
Cult of Chucky
This feels redundant.
Rather cringey and ill-timed opening conversation about guns aside, what you expect from this film is exactly what you get. The serial killer-possessed doll is back (yet again) for mayhem and murder. The first few minutes more or less catch us up to speed with the story so far, which is helpful for me as a viewer who has occasionally seen bits and pieces of the films (except in the way it pervades horror pop culture [is that a thing?]).
Andy, now an adult, has been haunted by Chucky since childhood. It seems all of the years of murder/psychological warfare have made Andy a bit twisted, as he now keeps Chucky’s head in a safe and brings it out on wild nights to torture it a bit. Let’s not get into the moral dilemma of this scenario, ok?
Meanwhile, another survivor of Chucky’s madness is suffering quite a bit herself. Nica is a patient in a high security psychiatric hospital after allegedly going on a murder spree and blaming it all on Chucky. She has MS and rolls around in a wheelchair (possibly the only horror heroine to do so?!??!).
After gaining better control over her delusions, Nica will move to a medium security facility that’s appropriately ominous. Even though the nurse Carlos says he’s just doing a job, he seems to be fond of Nica and leaves her a gift of chewing gum.
The others in the hospital include a woman who claims to be a ghost, a man with multiple personalities, a woman who smothered her own child, and an arsonist who instantly dislikes Nica. Everyone seems to know about Nica’s dodgy past, which seems like a major ethical violation…but that’s really the least of the psychiatrist’s offenses.
Things are going along, eh, reasonably well, until the ghost lady tells Nica that her niece isn’t doing well…and that Chucky is coming. For some stupid fucking reason, the psychiatrist decides to bring out a Chucky doll as an exercise, which the patient missing her child instantly claims as her own. Yeah, about .25 seconds later he’s wielding a knife.
From this point, of course, the bodies start piling up. And so do the Chucky dolls–in addition to the creepy Chucky head chilling with Andy, there are two dolls in the hospital.
Oh, also, Jennifer Tilly, Chucky’s girlfriend, has adopted Nica’s niece for whatever reason. Mostly to torture Nica.
At a later point, the psychiatrist tries hypnosis with Nica and reveals what a goddamn sleaze he is. Will Nica escape both the psychiatrist and Chucky?
And will Andy ever make it to the hospital? I kind of forgot about him–did you?
3.5/5 Pink Panther Heads
This is so much fun it’s hard not to like. The plot avoids going in the direction you expect, and I appreciate the almost complete lack of romance in this (really expected a Nica/Andy hookup and was pleasantly surprised that this didn’t happen). Most of the characters are really fun to watch and have at least some emotional depth. The ending manages to surprise and makes the ride even more fun.
It’s also incredibly satisfying to watch a certain wannabe Freud finally fucking die (spoiler/not really a spoiler because you know it’s coming).
Note to filmmakers: if your horror is set in a psych ward, odds of me liking it increase exponentially. Also the representation of several of the psychological disorders here was not the worst (I mean, for a horror film).