The time has come...for my children to become men. Well, maybe just one of them - not the daughter.
Texas Frightmare Weekend has already announced 'A Celebration of Chucky' for 2018, so I've got to get the kids prepared. Logan got to meet Chris Sarandon last year, so he's already got a head start. Plus, the two new films - Curse of Chucky and Cult of Chucky - just dropped on cable for Halloween. I filled up my DVR with ALL the Chucky movies over the past month, but I fucked up and missed half of the first one, so I had to run to Wal-Mart and purchase it for $5. It came with a cool-ass horror movie coloring book, so it was totally worth it!
Every time I see that breakfast scene, I cringe. How does she not murder that little shit? Maybe single moms love their kids more. He's such a whiny little bitch.
I forgot just how long it took for the murdering to start. The kids were bored up to that point, but the were riveted as soon as he took on his trademark snarl and started murdering. What's funny about kids - they were far more offended by the mom nearly being raped by a hobo, than the fact that this doll is murdering everyone in sight. Precious.
I forgot about the fly decor in the Voodoo Guy's crib...I've definitely been inspired.
So...after watching, I find out that my daughter has a phobia about giant dolls. She said that she'll be surprised if she doesn't have nightmares. I forgot that she was terrified of her babysitter's My Size Barbie. Oops.
Oh, I neglected to mention that I had my son listen to 'Chuckie' by The Geto Boys on the way back from Wal-Mart. He said, "That was...interesting." These kids today, they just don't understand the hood.