The pint-sized terror is back yet again to impregnate our burnt-out brains with another sequel. Seed of Chucky is the Child’s Play franchise’s open letter stating they are officially off the rails. Turning back from this is not an option.
Not the way I wanted to kick off my favorite season of the year. Despite the low expectations of a quarantined October, The Prodigy made me feel even worse. Alas, I am excited to be released from my chains yet again to bring you horror movie madness all month long with 2020’s incarnation of the MASSACRE MARATHON!!!
The past two years I’ve held onto my marathon results, waiting for the perfect time to unleash my opinions into the putrid air of this hellscape we call home. Well, I no longer prolong…err…! Each night I will be bringing forth, in addition to the main feature, not one but TWO bonus reviews from the not so distant past. These extra musings will most likely only be snippets due to time constraints, but in the future I plan on giving the love and attention deserved to those films that are lucky enough to be rewatched.
Let me start off by mentioning my fear of freaky little monsters ranks high up there. Evil things like in Child’s Play, Leprechaun, and Puppet Master creep me out. As a small manster seeing those movies for the first time had me checking every cabinet, every nook and cranny in a room until I was convinced that there was no possible way any of these miniature killers could be hiding anywhere. So this film gets points from me right off the bat just for being about a pint-sized freak!