I feel like the world needs a John Cusack/Samuel L. Jackson buddy/road trip movie right now. Now, more than ever, we need the joy that those two can bring us. ("I want these motherfucking snakes out of my motherfucking earnest romantic comedy!" or something to that effect?)
My son has been wanting to watch this since it came out...the husband and I didn't even end up seeing it in the theater (a travesty), but saw it as soon as it hit cable. I'd been trying to avoid having to explain to him what 'pegging' is...but he's twelve. From what I've heard about seventh grade boys so far, a little 'pegging' is the least of my worries.
Poor Andy. It's really hard to get laid when your childhood was ruined by a killer doll.
After much begging from the children, we all sat down for a family movie night double feature - Curse of Chucky, followed by Cult of Chucky.
The kids just can't get enough of Chucky!
One kid wanted to go see Daddy's Home 2 and the other one wanted to go see Thor: Ragnarok. Obviously, the only sensible compromise was to take them home and force them to watch Child's Play 2.
The only thing more gag inducing than sitting down to watch a movie that you know includes cannibalism is seeing 'The Weinstein Company' as the first slide in the opening credits.
The time has come...for my children to become men. Well, maybe just one of them - not the daughter.
I had totally forgotten that they'd made another one of these...until it magically appeared on the DVR - thanks, husband. You are the best at fulfilling all my "vampires fucking werewolves" needs.
In case you're wondering, there's no 4 Headed Shark Attack movie - the franchise skips straight from 3 Headed Shark Attack to 5 Headed Shark Attack. This kind of makes sense...because for the first half of the movie, the shark only has 4 heads...but for no discernable reason, the shark sprouts a 5th head out of its butt. Literally, the shark's 5th head is its butthole. You can't make this shit up.