“I don’t know much about myself. I know I’m
an orphan. I know I’m a freak. And, of course, I know that I’m Japanese.”
Don
Mancini finally gets to cut loose in a big way with Seed of Chucky, his directorial debut and the fifth in his series
chronicling the adventures of everyone’s favorite little homicidal doll. Chucky
and his bride Tiffany have been reduced to playing themselves in a Hollywood
movie, until they are both resurrected by their son/daughter Glen/Glenda, and
then proceed to wreak havoc all across town. The film is genuinely funny, as
Mancini skewers the tropes of Hollywood and horror movies like so many pieces
of fine shish-kabob. It even arrives at some interesting thematic content, as
the concept of identity is explored throughout; the film questioning whether we
are who we are due to our choices or some inherent piece of our nature. But as
entertaining as it is, Mancini can’t quite find a way to finish his film,
leaving Seed of Chucky with a great
opening two acts but a weak finish. It also doesn’t help that his style as a
director is about as bland as the series has looked thus far (especially
following the whiz-bang visuals of Ronny Yu on the previous installment).
Still, with its gleeful irreverence and over-the-top violence, it’s hard to not
to find Seed of Chucky enjoyable.
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