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The Chucky franchise is a horror movie underdog. It's not quite at the same A-list quality of the bigger bad boys (who at least have one well-done film among their lessers), but it's also not just a lame straight-to-video knockoff. It carves its nitch (ack) with that old bedfellow of horror: just a splash of comedy around the eyes. On one hand, a movie about a killing DOLL is plain ridiculous. On the other hand, it's also kinda sinister when the lights go down. Like a midget Freddy, Chucky is famous for his one-liners and inventive (yet always gory) kills. The Chucky series ran its course in the late 80s and early 90s, and lay dormant for almost a decade as most people considered him dead, buried and forgotten. Not quite. In a slightly bold move, Chucky caught wind of the slasher movie revival to sneak in a third sequel for the cause. Bride of Chucky steps away from a Roman numeral behind the title, and shifts significantly over into comedy. It would almost be a delightful picnic for the fam and kids, except for the RAMPANT DOLL SEX. As if the world didn't have enough problems. Chucky's long-suffering girlfriend steals his corpse (not melted into a puddle of goo, of course) from a police station, does a bit of the ol' voodoo that she do, and Jack Nicholson's alter ego is back in doll form (yes, I know that Jack doesn't do the voice, but it sounds about one shade shy of The Shining). Not content to lead a single life, Chucky returns the favor on girlfriend Tiffany (Jennifer Tilly), electrocuting her and transferring her soul over into a female doll. You see where we're going with this. You recognize the pathway on the road to RAMPANT DOLL SEX. As long as we're in this together, buddy, we can make it through. I wish I could say that Bride of Chucky has 100% originality going for it, but it doesn't completely escape the cliché minefield without a few casualties. Chucky and Tiffany hijack a pair of teenagers, both of which are so painfully stereotyped and quite dumb. Trust me, after about the third or fourth scene where they continually declare their love for each other while refusing to go to the police for help, you won't have any problem siding with the dolls. Then there are a few jokes that fall flat, namely any that have to do with voodoo or references to other dollmakers. Finally, the ending doesn't give an impression that this movie was trying to be anything more than a thrills and spills ride. The story advances just a tiny bit, then stops cold. However, I'm slightly partial to this flick, mostly due to it's tongue-in-cheek attitude. It's completely self-referential, it has animatronics that look way better than the previous films, and it's about impossible not to laugh at the ultra-wimpy goth guy at the beginning of the film. It was a step above some of the other drivel that sequels preach, and may even some day cause me to forgive the RAMPANT DOLL SEX. Okay, let's deal with this and go home. There's no nudity or sex in this film, other than a scene where Chucky and Tiffany consummate their marriage. Now, it's not too explicit, but I think I speak for the free world when I say that even a little implied doll sex is way more than ever need be. If you think about this subject for more than a minute, then your brain starts raising truly disturbing questions about the hows and whys and whatevers, and then therapy is needed. It's okay, Justin. It's over. It's over. It's OH MY SWEET CANDYLAND MY BRAIN IS ON FIRE!!!
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Groovy Quotes
Tiffany: Oh, Chucky, have you got a rubber?
Chief Warren Kincaid: So, I've heard a lot about you, David. I understand you're off to Princetown next fall.
Chucky: I give them six months, three if she gains weight. Chucky: If this were a movie, it would take three or four sequels to do it justice. Tiffany: Were you born with that knife superglued to your hand or what? Tiffany: I wouldn't marry you if you had the body of G.I. Joe.
Tiffany: What are we gonna do?
Damien: You know what the French call an orgasm? La petite morte. "The Little Death." Come on, Tiffany. Let's die a little. Tiffany: Barbie, eat your heart out. If you liked this movie, try these:
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