So I checked out Seed of Chucky on behalf of Box Office Magazine (and because I really, really wanted to), and while I had several typical complaints and couldn’t possibly recommend the movie to a broad audience, I worry that I may have been too hard on it. It wasn’t boring, it wasn’t a retread — I guess it just didn’t click together into something that could keep my attention diverted from the asshole chair-kicking kids who were somehow stationed directly behind us in an otherwise empty theater. Definitely loving the Tilly, though. Certain moments of dopey dialogue aside, Chucky’s clearly the coolest of the slashers these days. Not necessarily my favorite, but hey, Freddy, Jason and friends haven’t earned enough stripes to make Britney Spears jokes yet, and apparently, Chucky has. We must also concede that the final two installments of the Child’s Play series revamped the original idea using one of the better methods in horror history. When you’ve got Jennifer Tilly voicing a killer doll who’s trying to impregnate Jennifer Tilly with a dripping turkey baster full of Chucky’s sperm, there’s at least some small thing here to make you stand up, raise a glass and shout: “Okay, I didn’t see that coming.” For audiences who aren’t going to be in love with this type of movie no matter how bad it is, no way, can’t tell ya to see it. You’ll want outta there after fifteen minutes. Likely better on DVD with a bong nearby.

To celebrate a movie I’m just not sure about, here’s a saucy gallery featuring Jennifer Tilly’s best…heh…”assets.” _1_ _2_ _3_ _4_ _5_

I’m still working on the parade review, trying to get some bits and pieces done after work for a night-before-Thanksgiving launch. Not as early as I would’ve liked, but not late. Meanwhile, survey: what are you doing for Thanksgiving this year?

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