THE PSYCHOPATHIC serial-killing doll from the Child’s Play series, his face liberally decorated with huge black stitches, Chucky is one of the most gruesomely horrendous sights ever exposed to mankind.

This ludicrous horror-comic romp unleashes him on a wider public for the first time, although the film is doomed to box-office failure and will only be truly appreciated by warped teenage boys who listen to death-metal and harbour delusions of inner depravity. Bride Of Chucky piles on a vile, cartoonish barrage of slash’n’rape splatter to the point of overkill, but for those willing and able to stomach it, it just about cuts the mustard as a black comedy, if nothing else.

The cute little doll, inside whose form lurks the long-dead psychopathic killer Charles Lee Ray, is tracked down by his trailer-trash ex-girlfriend (Jennifer Tilly) who has been searching for him for several years, and promptly sets about re-animating him. Chucky is a psychopath of Fred Westian proportions, however, and the happy reunion does not last for very long.

The Barbie-voiced, amply-chested Tilly is well and truly in her element as a rubber-clad supervamp, but she disappears far too early in the proceedings, which just leaves Chucky and his new wife (a custom-made doll called Tiffany) to wreak untold havoc on a range of wholly unsuspecting victims.

Mindless beyond belief, and so over the top it goes into orbit, Chucky is still somehow perversely entertaining in a slapstick sort of sense.

I wouldn’t recommend it to any sane individual, and it is probably the worst date movie that will ever be made, but if there is an inner part of you which yearns to witness grisly mutilations and the like, this would seem as good a film as any to satisfy it.