Bride of Chucky (1998)

“In fact, if this was a movie, it would take three or four sequels to do it justice.”

I fell in love with this movie at “Voodoo for Dummies”. That love was consummated with the quote I’ve just used. This film is hilarious. You know how much I love films that play around with metatextuality and this is the ultimate example of that. Plus, it co-stars Family Guy’s very own Jennifer Tilly. A minor gripe about the DVD, though: no bloody subtitles.

It feels, after only seven years, that we’ve entered a more modern and self-aware era than the preceding trilogy, and one which is a darn sight more fun. I mean, the opening titles unfold to Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie. How cool is that?

The basic concept of the film is so blatantly taken from Bride ofFrankenstein that we get a little clip. This is one of many nice little gags referring to other films. I love Tiffany. She’s sassy, ditzy and delightfully kinky. I love the way that, just after that goth bloke refers to orgasm as “le petit mort”, she handcuffs him to a bed, dances sexually, and then watches as the recently revived Chucky administers a “Grand Mort”. As you do.

I also love our fugitive couple who seem to attract gloriously violent deaths wherever they go. The massacre in the honeymoon suite at Niagara Falls is the second best scene in the film. It goes without saying that the best scene is the puppet sex scene. I trust we all agree on that? And, incidentally, this seems a good a place as any to quote the line “plastic is no substitute for a nice hunk of wood”. I just had to crowbar that in.

The relationship between Tiffany and Chucky is hilarious to watch, if also a blatant sign of the change in tone from the previous films to fit in with a more post-modern age. The final scene, not to be spoilerific or anything, is the most perfect cliffhanger in the history of ever.