We belong to the new generation of movie technology that’s why Chucky has new look. At first, I think it was just an ordinary sequel from past horror movie that features the killer doll Chucky. But I was surprise, there’s fun watching this Child’s play movie. A surprise fun yet you need to be aware of that there’s some seen that can push you up in your seat.
Rebooting Child’s Play for 2019 doesn’t require a degree in advanced phsyics: What are kids into these days? What’s the thing that has taken over every aspect of our lives? Artificially intelligent technology. Smart homes, smarter phones. The Cloud. It’s an obvious approach to modernizing a horror classic, but Tyler Burton Smith’s screenplay subverts expecations (to some degree): This Chucky isn’t an A.I. that’s become sentient and gone rogue; instead, he’s the result of malicious coding implanted by a rightfully disgruntled factory worker in Vietnam. This laughable origin is laid out in the opening scene of Lars Klevberg’s film, setting the tone for the extremely silly horror film that follows. With apologies to Don Mancini (this is the first Child’s Play movie made without his involvement), this reboot is actually, oddly enjoyable.
The new Child’s Play knows that a killer doll is inherently ridiculous, but it’s also keenly self-aware in terms of its cinematic predecessors and the particular delights of B-movie horror and increasingly absurd sequels. With that in mind, Chucky’s ensuing violence is grotesquely entertaining – the same way The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 is. If there’s any major complaint to be had, it’s with the design of the new Chucky, which is brought to life with a blend of animatronics and CGI. The latter isn’t nearly as distracting as the design of the doll itself, which looks inherently creepy before it even opens its mouth. With a weird, slicked-back mullet, overly-large eyes, and caterpillar eyebrows, this Chucky fails where Mancini’s creation succeeded: There’s nothing seemingly harmless or even remotely banal about this thing. It just looks fucked up from the get-go.
It’s certainly not an instant-classic like Mancini’s original, and it’s nowhere near as wonderfully wacky and deranged as Bride of Chucky, but this Child’s Play is exactly the sort of entertaining and strangely fun schlock you’d expect from a reboot of a movie about a killer doll. Klevberg’s film is arguably slightly better than that, elevated by an excellent cast that’s every bit as self-aware as the script.