This is the third movie in the Chucky franchise. The first one introduced the idea of a serial killer warlock doll; the second one solidified it and filed off the rough edges to establish the template for a franchise; and this one just goes straight into self-parodic exaggeration.

It starts off with the melted Chucky getting rebuilt in a credit sequence that I believe is an homage to one of the Terminator movies (though that timeline might not line up, given when this was made). Somewhat to my surprise, this is a direct sequel to the first two movies, and Chucky once again goes after the (now teenaged, and a different actor) boy from the first movies, whose mom is in an asylum because she keeps saying all this crazy shit about a murderous doll. Between that and his foster parents having been murdered in the previous movie, he’s at a military boarding school now; when Chucky shows up there, obviously nobody is going to take his warnings of a killer doll seriously.

From there, it goes predictably, with Chucky running around and cackling, and spouting one-liners like “Don’t fuck with the Chuck!” Sigh. Oh, and a bunch of people die, but not in a way that’d make you care.

It’s boring throughout, completely uninspired and uninteresting. I’m told it’s the worst movie in the franchise, and well, I’d sure hope so. The most genuinely scary moment in the movie is an early scene where people are in a regular ol’ office meeting, and many of them are smoking. Just closed up in a conference room with their coworkers, and there’s ashtrays on the table, and what kind of nightmare hellscape is that?