This movie issues a sneaky meta warning at the onset: if you are not on drugs or a devoted fan (likely both), this may not be the movie for you. This is a gloriously gonzo movie taking a premise already stretched too far into new and exciting heights of absurdity. For fans of the series, there are subtle (and not so subtle) callbacks to each child's play movie. This movie abandons the serious tone of the last entry, embracing the maniacal nature of the killer doll, and doubling, nay trippling down on the wackiness. There are some rather entertaining kills, and admittedly, the contrast of red blood against the muted colors of the asylum setting is visually festive. Everyone acting seems to be having a ludicrous amount of fun in how ridiculous it all is, with Jennifer Tilly there to collect her paycheck. There's a self-awareness involved in this entry that actually makes this movie far more fun than it deserves to be and infuses enough life into the franchise to assure Chucky's rampage has no end in sight.