Ugly as hell...
By attempting to be everything that Child’s Play isn’t, Dolly Dearest ends up with the bronze medal of killer doll movies. For instance, there is absolutely no reason why this story should take place in Mexico with American characters other than to stand out and contradict, considering that Chucky was an all-American doll. Also, that whole religious angle is the last thing we need.
The film should embrace its dumb premise. This should be nothing but fun. It isn’t rocket science. The child actors aren’t particularly likable and can’t act. In fact, none of these actors have any kind of appeal; not even Denise Crosby who couldn’t care less about this film. The dialogue doesn’t work. It’s not natural and it doesn’t flow. The murders are extremely complicated and weird.
Too much time is spent in that damn cave. If we wanted a movie about archaeology, we’d watch National Geographic. We don’t need half the mythos the creators are shoving down our throats. The only good thing about Dolly Dearest is how creepy the doll looks. The puppetry is impressive. This is the stuff of nightmares. These few moments are genuinely frightening but far and few between.