Grade: F
I can watch horror movies. Gore is not pleasant, but I can handle it. But the first “Child’s Play” movie, released in 1988, is all I had to see of the franchise to decide that it was not for me. What is more horrifying to a child than his or her doll coming to life and going on a murder spree? I had a giant collection of stuffed animals, and when I closed my eyes after catching a scene of Chucky crushing someone in a trash truck, they were suddenly all Chucky. So mesmerized am I by the idea that even the terrible ’80s effects don’t calm me down. What’s more, the adult humor, while funny to me now, intimidated me then, filling me with impotent child rage. The bottom line is that this is the scariest concept in modern consumerist America, if not everywhere else.