Cult of Chucky

Cult of Chucky

David Gordon Green and Danny McBride wish they could pull off a blend of legasequel stunt casting, fan-service, and meditations on enduring trauma half as potent.

Not that this is a particularly great follow-up to Curse in particular, mind. Cult tries to pull the same trick a second time with a moody opening act but the medium-security madhouse setting (all antiseptic hallways and Escheresque parquet floors) somehow feels more antiquated than the Old Dark House from Curse. Still, props to Mancini for sticking with this franchise long enough to finally bring his original nihilistic psychodrama-meets-Psycho concept to fruition, turning the most contained of the films into something which feels borderline apocalyptic.

[Give me the power I beg of you!]

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