They brought a doll into a gun fight!
Chucky, now a full slasher icon, finds a new child to transpose his soul into. His previous victim, Andy, is recast by an older actor. More than ever, the kills are played for a laugh at the sound of Chucky cackling. This one is much closer in tone to the sequel than to the original because the doll is fully shown and lit. He can still pull a shiver, but he’s getting harder to take seriously.
We, again, see a lot of the animated wonder that is Chucky. We care less about Andy, the newly targeted kid and the rest of the military college, probably because the actors are weaker, not as well scripted and not so precisely directed. We do get an injected teenage love story, something never attempted in the franchise but a trope of pretty much every other slasher.
If you accept to trade chills for fun, cheese and one-liners, Child’s Play 3 might meet most of your expectations. Sure, it’s the laziest in the trilogy, takes a couple of shortcuts when it needs to move its characters from one place to another, and the finale is implausibly rushed, but as long as you suspend disbelief, you should enjoy yourself. If animatronics don’t do it, the body count will.