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Nightmare 4, Halloween 4, even Bride of Chucky have all grown respectable followings over the years, but Child’s Play 3 is long over-due for its cult movie status. For years it had less than 2/10 on IMDb, and even Brad Dourif and Don Mancini have called it the worst of the bunch (even up against the latest two). For me, though, this movie is pure comfort. I remember bringing the caseless tape back home from visiting family in Virginia and just watching it repeatedly (I miss being able to do that with movies), engraining every kooky one-liner and goofy animatronic motion of Chucky’s hilarious feet or facial expression as he walked over corpses; strangled people with yo-yo’s; replaced paintball rounds with live ammunition; gave a dude a heart attack while screaming with a knife bigger than himself; plays Hide the Soul atop a pyramid of skulls in a carnival horror house and gets chopped into pieces in, by that point, trademark ultra-gory doll-death finale fashion; and said amazing lines like, “Chucky’s gonna be a BRO.”—something edited for TV and apparently even some home video releases. I can put this on when age is tapping my shoulder and fear of life is whispering in my ear (= often) and just feel medicated with blissful nostalgia during its short run-time, which feels all of about 20 minutes long now when I watch it.

The Child’s Play franchise has been a truly bizarre one, probably the weirdest of all the slasher movie icons, but it’s also one of the most fun, most entertaining, and most wildly original series out there, and we should appreciate it for being what feels like to me one of the last imaginative, out-there horror movie franchise concepts from the ‘80s that just barely bled into the next decade, where creativity was a little more regulated and the studios tried harder to tap in and sterilize the genre for more mainstream consumption.

**PS, I would love to maybe put this design on a T-shirt, so please express any interest if there is any**