The 1990s were weird for horror movies, weren’t they? There were $100 million remakes of queer-coded Shirley Jackson stories and slashers whose key appeal was an invisible Kevin Bacon knocking off B-list performers. Weird in a good way, of course—I love Hollow Man. Part of it was Wes Craven’s seminal Scream, though the other part was the broader trend of horror consistently adapting to the anxieties of the times. The 1990s were grunge and kind of subversive, so horror reflected those nascent anxieties before the turn of the millennium. It’s why the once-terrifying killer doll Chucky went full Hot Topic with 1998’s Bride of Chucky, and why six years later, he returned for the even stranger Seed of Chucky. The latter turns 20 this year if you can believe it.
Both Bride and Seed were stark departures from their original trilogy. Despite the innate comedy of the premise, the original series of Child’s Play films were horror movies punctuated with comedic beats. Bride and Seed, especially Seed, reversed that balance, slopping some gore over what was intentionally a camp exercise in killer plastic excess. Seed of Chucky, arguably the weakest entry in the entire series, is rendered much more brazen, much more inventive, with time. Maybe the film isn’t a classic, but it’s undoubtedly one of the most exciting horror releases of the century.
With Bride of Chucky entering early development stages after the release of Child’s Play 3, series creator Don Mancini, in archived production notes from Bride of Chucky, remarked, “Like most genres, the horror genre goes in cycles and I think we can thank Kevin Williamson and Scream for reinvigorating the market. Over the years, I had been imagining new scenarios for this series.” Jennifer Tilly, cast after impressing in Bound, solidified the shift. If your movie has Jennifer Tilly, it better be vamp, and it had better be queer.
Lone queers would sporadically appear in the series, charting a linear path between Bride of Chucky and the franchise as it’s best known today. Seed of Chucky, of course, was the real impetus. Bride of Chucky is fantastic, though still wholly accessible and, really, pretty grunge culture mainstream. Seed of Chucky, by design, was deeply alienating. Imagine taking someone familiar with only the first three films in the series to see it. They’d be incredulous—there’s no chance that’s the same killer doll that menaced Seventh Heaven leads in 1988.
Don Mancini, directing for the first time despite scripting every previous entry, had to work exceptionally hard to once again revitalize his killer dolls after their ostensible deaths in the previous film. Bride’s cliffhanger ending saw Tiffany give birth to a doll (just roll with it), and Seed of Chucky begins with that doll—nicknamed ‘Shitface’—tracking down the rebuilt corpses of his parents, Chucky and Tiffany (returning voices Brad Dourif and Jennifer Tilly).
If Scream contextualized Bride of Chucky, it all but donated the titular seed for Seed of Chucky. Mancini riffs hard on meta-horror trends, casting Jennifer Tilly in another live-action role, though unlike Bride, this time she’s playing actual, real Jennifer Tilly. And Redman is there… as Redman. Jennifer Tilly is starring in a movie-within-the-movie about Chucky, aptly titled Chucky Goes Psycho, and she’s also vying for the role of the Virgin Mary in Redman’s directorial debut.
Seed of Chucky delivers more Voodoo amulets, more severed heads, and for the first time, considerably more pronounced queer elements. Gender ambiguity leads Chucky to gender his child and name them Glen, while Tiffany genders them differently and assigns the name Glenda. Glen/Glenda, meanwhile, is combatting latent homicidal urges. Nature or nurture and all that.
It’s an earnest tale of parenthood imbued with Mancini’s singularly queer perspective. Yes, it’s a horror movie where Brittany Spears is run off the road and killed by Chucky. But it’s also a remarkably progressive account of two parents raising a queer child and that child’s frustration toward a world that, largely, rejects the abstract and the fluid.
Consider that. A theatrical release for a major horror franchise predicated its fifth entry entirely around gender dysphoria. The meta-Hollywood stuff is fun, but it’s a diversion. Anyone who’s remained with the franchise since Seed could attest to that. At its core, Child’s Play has always been deliberately, meaningfully queer. Just think—Seed of Chucky emphatically premiered days after the 2004 election and George W. Bush’s second term.
Universal Pictures, despite having produced the previous three movies, passed on the film with rumors of a note that read, “This is too gay.” Yeah, it was. So, what? More importantly, Seed of Chucky endures not just because of its queer subtext elevated to tangible text, but because it’s also a stylish, energized slasher directorial debut for Mancini. The filmmaker culled from the best of Dario Argento and Mario Bava, shooting for practical reasons on Romanian sound stages that coincidentally augmented Seed of Chucky’s throwback, Giallo-by-way-of-Hammer-Horror charm.
20 years after its release, the full efficacy of Seed of Chucky’s legacy can be better appreciated. Contemporaneous critics credited the film for “embracing the increasing absurdity of the franchise—even if the end results really aren’t all that funny or entertaining,” and their response remains valid two decades later. Seed of Chucky’s may not register as all that funny or entertaining, especially as horror filmmaking has continued to develop and Seed’s erstwhile transgressive elements seem pretty familiar nowadays.
Still, Seed of Chucky sought order in a fractured world. Cinematically and culturally, the language we collectively needed to understand Seed of Chucky’s horror and pathos weren’t really there in 2004. Now, we can accept the good, the bad (Redman, I’m sorry), and everything else. The world as it stands in 2024 is better in a lot of ways, though in others, it still feels like 2004. Seed of Chucky planted a (excuse the pun) seed of its own. Scary and bloody and fiendish as the world might be, there are people and voices—and big kitchen knives—trying their damnedest to make it okay. That’s something worth revisiting time and time again.
Seed of Chucky is now streaming on Shudder.
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