So when Chucky announced his haunted house at Universal Studios Halloween Horror Nights last fall, I figured why not finally face the doll that started it all. Then came M3gan, Akela Cooper’s hilarious and violent AI bestie nightmare, which really turned things around to the point where I stan our dancing gay icon. The rest of the horror genre I simply just enjoyed and sometimes would get spooked (thanks to Faces of Death, I guess). Suddenly I could handle the horror of dolls in the sense that they seemed to be the only scary movies that would frighten me in a fun way. It was ridiculous, I’ll admit, but things changed when The Conjuring universe’s Annabelle came along. The nightmares would return, always the ones where I’m running from Chucky in a trash landfill or in my childhood home where he’d be sitting still and suddenly he’d be under the bed. Oddly, enough I did manage to watch Bride of Chucky and Seed of Chucky in an attempt to get over my fear, since the franchise was leaning into more of the dark comedic horror route at that point, but it didn’t quite work. Even outside of haunt events or Halloween, I’d have to fight the urge to drop-kick anyone dressed as Chucky. Over the years I’d dodged Chucky at Halloween Horror Nights he had a section in a couple Titans of Terror houses and studio tour experiences that I’d run through with my eyes closed. Barbies and small-scaled Disney Princesses only for me! Oddly enough, when they put on Faces of Death I was fine, but Chucky? The moment that babysitter flew out of the window, Don Mancini’s creation (memorably voiced by Brad Dourif) saved my parents money, because from then on they never had to buy me any porcelain dolls, wooden puppets, or big-eyed plastic babies. I had teen cousins who’d put on horror films when they’d get stuck with the littles at family parties. Dolls? I’d run screaming like I did when I was three or four years old and was made to sit through Tom Holland’s Child’s Play. Horror is one of my greatest loves in all of its sub-genre goodness slashers, body horror, found footage, folk, paranormal, witchcraft, and clowns-I’m totally okay with all of those. That’s right, the impossible finally happened-no, not the hurricane in LA, but my inevitable confrontation with Chucky the killer doll.
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