Child’s Play, Child’s Play 2, Child’s Play 3: Look Who’s Stalking, Child’s Play 4: Bride of Chucky, and Child’s Play 5: Seed of Chucky
So, we’re going to gloss over a lot of this series, because really, you don’t care. General recap is this: soul of serial killer is trapped in a My Buddy style doll that needs to possess the body of the first person he tells his secret (a child) in order to not be trapped as a doll forever.
For parts 1-3, this is kind of it. (Although, you need to know that Justin Whalin is in 3, and that is pretty much amazing.) Now, Part 4 is when Child’s Play really embraces its camp, and the super crazy and wonderful Jennifer Tilly appears as serial killer Charles Lee Ray’s girlfriend. (It’s never explained why she isn’t around for the first two films, but it’s pretty clear that she was in love with him before he was “made in Japan.”) Long story short: Tilly’s character, Tiffany, also winds up as a doll… and then they take Katherine Heigl (no joke) and her boyfriend hostage, planning to eventually take over their bodies. Of course it doesn’t work out, but at this point the series really engages in its own joke, even making reference to other horror movies.
Other people you’re going to recognize in Part 4? John Ritter, Alexis Arquette, and Kathy Najimy.
Part 5 is officially over the top insane, since two dolls have a baby, and he winds up as an orphan being pimped out as a ventriloquist’s dummy in England. A hermaphrodite ventriloquist’s dummy. Jennifer Tilly plays Jennifer Tilly in this movie, and gets knocked up by Chucky, and it’s so convoluted and insane that I can’t even begin to explain it. It is 100% worth watching, and is 100% worth turning into a drinking game.
People you will recognize in Part 5: Redman, John Waters (what!?), and (possibly, shamefully) Hannah Louise Spearritt.
In other news:
Lent is upon us. I normally give a “bad” something up and pick a “good” something up, but I’m having some serious issues picking this year. So I am:
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• giving up sweets
• exercising every day for 40 days, and
• setting aside 30 minutes to read a book or magazine each day.
I was going to give up booze, but realized that I only have one drink a week… and I really need that drink.
Additionally: I ran 8.5 miles this weekend to “celebrate” turning 34, and it was horrible, and half of it was uphill. By the end of it, I wanted to lie down in the road and cry until someone either ran me over or took pity on me and picked me up to drive me home. (The real problem with running is that however far out you go, you have exactly that far to carry your ass back home.)