I don't know if you know or not, but The Duke considers himself something of a fan of the whole Chucky franchise. In fact, The Duke would go so far as to say that the final two instalments, being Bride Of Chucky and Seed Of Chucky, are just about the finest flicks a man could ever wish to encounter, particularly if the man in question is in pursuit of something about two dolls have a sex or two and then a kid appears and in between a whole loada folks get killed. You probably wouldn't even need to be told that the wonderful Jennifer Tilly is involved, or the late, great John Ritter, you'd still go hire them out.

That smile would be on your face long before you ever had to say "Holy shit, it's none other than John Ritter, star of Stay Tuned and Problem Child." You'd be jumping for joy well in advance of the yacking about "Jennifer Tilly! Of Woody Allen's masterpiece Bullets Over Broadway and also the wonderful Bound and The Cat's Meow, about Kirsten Dunst and some stuff with a boat!"

Bride and Seed are masterpieces in the classical sense, is what. Nowadays everyone wants to slap the old masterpiece tag onto any piece of shit that manages to have a character overdose and also stuff about learning things somewhere between the start and the end. Also, it would help if the start and the end weren't necessarily in that order.

Nouvelle-vogue, motherfucker.

Bride Of Chucky and Seed Of Chucky are the real deals, though. They concern themselves with redemption, rehabilitation, the nature of love, the search for ones identity, the elusive nature of sexual fulfillment. It's Bergman with doll-sex, is what. From The Life Of The Maniacal Marionettes.

Also, they're funny as all hell. Witty, snarky, satirical, self-effacing. What the hell more would a man want, barring some Mary Jane Watson? Hardly a damn thing.

The whole series, all five of them, from the (comparatively) straight-faced slaughter of the first Child's Play, to the cheeky butchery and wise-cracking of the second and third, to the post-modern genius of the final two, all of these flicks were penned by none other than Don Mancini. As if this wasn't enough, he even directed Seed.

Imagine The Duke's shock and delight and insomnia, then, when, following The Duke's Incisive Critique Of Seed Of Chucky, I get an electronical email from none other than Don Motherfucking Mancini, saying shit along the lines of "Your site rocks" and "Really, The Duke, even though I wine and dine the cultural elite, it's you right there that I most admire" (possible lies on my part).

What with me being such an enterprising fellow, the next thing Don Mancini knows is he's being asked for an interview via this most convenient of mediums. To his eternal credit, he says shit along the lines of "Go right ahead", and the results are collected and presented for your entertainment and enlightenment right the hell here.