Child's Play

This movie is neither good, nor remotely frightening.
And enjoy this new anecdote.
I was first introduced to the Child's Play series from Seth who was borderline obsessed with it when we were young. Not only did I watch the first one with Seth at his house across the prairie from me, but we also rented Child's Play 2 together at my house one night for a sleepover after a middle school Halloween dance where we had both spent the night exhilarated and awkwardly slow dancing with girls in our small middle school classes and head-banging to other, more fast-paced songs, jacking handfuls of Starburst and Jolly Rancher candies from the table being held by Student Council.
Seth was Chucky for Halloween one year when he and I ingeniously decided to go trick-or-treating during the day and night so we could score double the amount of free candy. We were in Seth's aunt's neighborhood when he fell quite ill and began crying, the brown marker dots he put on his cheeks to represent freckles starting to stream with his tears. We were in middle school then; I dressed up as Alex, the narrator from "A Clockwork Orange," in white with Seth's jockstrap over my pants.