Mercy street here.
Look at this thing. This stupid red-headed doll in overalls has haunted me my entire life. Every time I hear the name Chucky flashes of a knife bearing plastic doll stabbing me uncontrollably comes to mind. I first saw chucky at around 7 years old with my sister and all of her friends [thanks mom for allowing this and thanks Court for ruining my life]. It was the 1st time I experienced a scary movie and I haven’t been the same since. Opening closets, looking under beds and walking down dark hallways now came with a side dish of fear. When I was younger I used to jump out of bed at least 2 ft away because I thought Chucky was hiding under ready to cut my achilles http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_xuyTTI0Ko&feature=related. The craziest part is I knew the movie was a MOVIE and that none of this was real. On the same point - I also know the Truman Show was a movie, and there are countless number of people that feel their lives are all being taped. Fact. I do too.
When we were younger a bunch of my friends decided to watch Nightmare on Elm Street one night. I had never seen it but knew that it was up there on the top scary movies. My suggestion for watching Face/Off or The Rock for the umpteenth time was to no avail. 91 minutes of run-time of which I probably saw about 25 of them, the remaining 66 were spent underneath a blanket wishing time would fast forward. Once this movie was done with I emerged from the blanket only to be spotted by Z, who to this day will always bust my chops about what he saw - A wimpy 5’0” 100 lb noodle armed kid that was drenched in sweat. In my mind sticking myself in what seemed to be 100º heat underneath a blanket for nearly an hour was a hell of a lot better than letting Mr. Krueger run my mind for eternity. I’ll never hear the end of it from Z.
The other day I was up at my sisters for dinner flipping through the channels and came across none other than Child’s Play 3. Faced my fears and put it on, bring it punk. My sister immediately said to me “Oh no dude! Are you gonna have nightmares? Should I call mom?”. No nightmares here, I realized how pathetic I once was that a plastic doll could scare the crap out of me. I’m pretty sure I can handle any scary movie these days, other than the likes of Paranormal Activity which completely bugged me out for well over a week.
It appears there is a new Child’s Play in production http://starseeker.com/2011-movies/childs-play-2011/ Child’s Play (2012) will tell the story of Chucky, all over again, but leave the comedy out. No more ‘side splitting’ Chucky, but the new Child’s Play movie will be very dark and disturbing, holding true to it’s original roots. The new me is chomping at the bit (not really) for this to get into theaters asap so I can go conquer fears against my “friend till the end” good ole’ Chuckster on the big screen.
Those who know me well, know that I am extremely jumpy. I have self-diagnosed myself with Child’s Play syndrome. Child’s Play Syndrome: When an unexpected event surprises the hell out of someone, causing the entire body to go into shock and no control of your limbs. It’ll probably be stuck with me for the rest of my life, so you’re all going to have to deal with it.
(I was scared of this? seriously?)
“Hi, I’m Chucky. Wanna play?” No thanks ass… I’ll pass