Other things that result in Seed Of Chucky being a work of impeccable wonder;

It opens with a whole Looks Who's Talking type semen exodus, starting inside Chucky's plastic nuts and flying around inside the plastic hoo-hah of his lady-doll. It's highly amusing.

It has the best Shining joke since the Simpsons spoof a few hundred Halloween's ago.

It's the only film about a doll doesn't know if it's a bloke or a lass that I ever remember seeing. Chucky calls him Glen, Tiffany calls him Glenda, just like the Ed Wood masterpiece, although there's no scenes where the doll lies about on a sofa as a series of dancing ladies parade through the room. Points lost there, Seed Of Chucky.

However, for some unknown reason, Seed Of Chucky falls just short of Bride. The kid is a bit of a disappointment, truth be told. For sure, he looks like Bowie and he don't know if he's supposed to give or take, but he's still ever so slightly annoying sometimes. Also, whilst it's very smart and very funny for the most part, it's not just as funny nor smart as the predecessor.

But it still rules, and since Seed, for obvious reasons, has to make do without the talents of the much missed John Ritter, its consistent brilliance is even more of a triumph. It feels like a more comedic reprise of Wes Craven's New Nightmare, but yet it doesn't get lost in it's own smart-arsery.

Neither did New Nightmare, incidentally. That flick was a motherfucking masterpiece, and you can thank it for all those films about "boy, this is just like a horror movie" and such. New Nightmare was a dry run for Craven's Scream, but it betters it, is the truth of the matter.

Anyway, Seed Of Chucky is brilliant. A fuck of a lot better than the part three, when Chucky went to Military School, that's for damn sure. And thank god Mancini had the good sense to get rid of that Andy character when he was scribbling Bride.

Fuck you Andy.

Thanks folks.

The Duke resides at Mondo Irlando

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