Andy (Alex Vincent) receives a "Good Guy" doll named Chucky for his sixth birthday little knowing that his new best friend is really the soul of a voodoo practicing serial killer (Brad Dourif) inhabiting the doll until he can transfer his soul to the first person he revealed himself to in this form -- Andy.
I haven't seen Child's Play (1988) since it's opening weekend and I don't think I've ever seen any of the sequels. On its own, this film holds up really well. It maintains a sense of logic that is absent from many genre films these days and the suspense isn't built upon people being stupid. In fact a few characters catch on the what's going on pretty quickly, but how to convince anyone who can do anything that a living killer doll is responsible for a pair of violent crimes which are being attributed to Andy. The film really revolves around the relationship between lonely Andy and his mother, and Andy and Chucky instead of a gimmick, which makes almost heartbreaking when Andy realizes that Chucky never really was his friend to the end.
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