“Listen! I am not losing my daughter to a 900 year old goat head!”

Agh! Too weird, lol. It was about 30 minutes into this when I realised I recognised the dad from somewhere – I’d just watched him, that is, Sam Bottoms, in The Witching of Ben Wagner of course! lol. I also noticed he was the father in SherryBaby. Umm, he was good in that one … but here, as in The Witching, and like Denise Crosby playing mom, they’re really just filling the character space as necessary.

As for the rest of the movie … it’s slow-starting, too slow-starting really – basically all you need to know is that it’s Child’s Play with girls … or, Child’s Play meets The Exorcist, even … there’s one piece of hilariously obvious, but it has to be said, pretty well done, homage towards the end – but once it gets going, it’s as much fun as you’d expect. The first real set-piece death is surprisingly nasty and there’s some really great pure horror stuff with the little girl, Candy Hutson, just walking around the dark house alone calling, “Dolly?” repeatedly, crossing the garden to her creepy looking Wendy house in her nightgown, etc.

It’s schlock and nonsense, but I’d have to say, it beats the first three Chucky movies, if not the last two. It’s really just worth it for the hilariousness of the doll and the creepiness of the girl.