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Article by Sean Wilkinson, a.k.a The Ticketmaster With so much going on right now for me personally, I've missed out on a lot of reviewable content. Disney Plus Day came and went without much fanfare, I haven't seen Shang-Chi  or the first two episodes of Hawkeye  yet, I'm just now working on this review the day of the season finale, I haven't reviewed any anime in over three months, my Halloween plans to review the Hatchet  series were replaced by Chucky (though if I were less encumbered by work, school, and personal life, I could have planned an actual rollout schedule to stick to and accomplished all of these and more), and I have yet to complete the first class of my final undergraduate year in the accounting program at WGU. A course that I've already taken twice. And failed twice. And I am feeling all the loss. It sucks. But not as bad as having all of your closest friends and family die or otherwise leave you because fatal "accidents" follow you eve

Article by Sean Wilkinson, a.k.a. The Guy Who Isn't Sure If It's Okay to Say "Queer" or Not Granted, I just said it. Twice. But when I was growing up, there was a time when "the Q word" had stopped being an old-with-an-e word for strange, unusual, or odd, and started being a sharp, derogatory term for gay men that was only slightly less sharp and derogatory than "the other F word" that British people use to refer to cigarettes. So even though I've been a thinking, feeling part of this world for nearly forty years, said world has become at once so much more open and yet so much more closed off than it once was that I am completely out of touch with what language is "acceptable" or has been "reclaimed" among certain races and lifestyle groups. And being the white-ish, virginal, hetero cis-man that I am, I'm still operating on the instinct of what sounds wrong to my own ears and whatever connection they have to my metaphori

Article by Sean Wilkinson, a.k.a. The Ticketmaster Well, my "Charles Lee Ray knew voodoo as a child" theory has been officially debunked. As of last week's episode, we saw Tyler Barrish playing a teenaged Charles Lee Ray, and the once and future killer's grooming of Child's Play loose end, Eddie Caputo, during their time at a home for wayward youths. Add in Charles Lee Ray's fascination with J.M. Barre's favorite youth conservationist (Google wouldn't provide me with the correct "-cide" for the murder of those who reach puberty, so I went the euphemistic route), and it's not only canonically impossible, but psychologically out of character for him, at any age, to consider taking the body of another adult. The appeal he finds in hiding his sinister nature behind an innocent face, the fact that what friends he claims to have call him Chucky, his targeting of children as new host bodies in the first three films, the fact that the majority o

Article by Sean Wilkinson, a.k.a. The Ticketmaster Halloween is behind us, and the season of giving has begun. So it's time to forgive our own transgressions and those committed against us, and to be thankful for the blessings in our lives. In other words, sometimes, you have to "Just Let Go." Unless you're the hero of a slasher movie and you literally hold the life of your second-greatest enemy in your hands, but that's a story for a bit later. But before I incorporate any more Chucky  spoilers, go catch up with the series (or just re-watch it, if you're a fan, or a critic working toward more accurate articles--I am both) at the app of your choice ( USA Network  or  SyFy Channel ) or through your local provider. You can also catch up with this interesting critical journey of mine at the links below: Welcome to the Dead Parade #12: Chucky Gets Chyerminaydit  ( Child's Play 1-3, Bride,  and  Seed ) Just the Ticket #69: Breaking The Curse of Chucky, Sequel-i

Article by Sean Wilkinson, a.k.a. The Ticketmaster The original version of this article has been lost to time and the grinding teeth of progress in what is known among the masses of maddened former members as "old MySpace." Fortunately, I was able to glean the original post date and issue number from its inclusion in my Greatest Hits  portfolio. As for the reason I chose this particular review to re-release at this particular time? That's a lot of particulars and a lot of "re-"s, but there are two reasons: Willem Dafoe was recently hinted to reprise his role as the Green Goblin in the upcoming Spider-Man: No Way Home , and Clive Owen is currently portraying former U.S. President Bill Clinton in Impeachment: American Crime Story . Both actors star in today's film selection. But before I begin, I'd like to give praise to the makeup artists, and to Clive Owen, for bringing such an immersive performance to this installment of the ACS anthology series (which

Article by Sean Wilkinson a.k.a. He Whom the Haters Don't Believe Writes Articles Yeah. I said in Chucky #2.5: Coming Of Rage  that I was thankful for being called on my fallacies, and I am. I even posted an edited version of my second episode review, expressing a more favorable opinion of it, given accurate information. But I also fired back some shots of my own, and, if you couldn't tell from the above a.k.a., I can be something of a sore sport when it comes to personal attacks, and I can carry a grudge like Martins Licis carries crossfit tires. What can I say? I like to be hugged. With that title drop out of the way, there are still some things I failed to mention. First is the almost dance-like horror trope subversion that took place in the second episode when Chucky was trying to stab Lexy through the bed while she was trying oh so hard to do the thing that (aside from being the most gigantic asshole ever written) most often gets slasher movie characters killed: have sex.