Chucky’s back and causing mayhem.

I appreciate that the plot update above isn’t exactly replete with detail or nuance, but, hey, what else do you need to know?

Ok. So we pick up six months after Season 1, and following all the wonderfully enjoyable death and destruction of that first outing, Jake and Devon have been fostered to different families. Assuming Chucky to be fully disposed of, their biggest problem is keeping their relationship going long distance. Luckily for us, it doesn’t take our favourite slasher doll long to reappear and spice things up a bit – motivated by little more than every villain’s frustrated exclamation from the end of an episode of Scooby Doo.

Season 2 doesn’t hang about. There’s jeopardy; some great gags (especially one about the pivotal role Uber holds for today’s killer dolls); Brad Dourif loving every minute of vocalising Chucky; and a surprisingly dark plot turn in its closing act.

I love this show. I have no idea whether the second season will take us anywhere new or just offer more of the same. I’m fine either way, as long as it maintains the exquisite balance of humour, scares, and those delicious touches of more serious subtext and witty social commentary.

I only have one criticism. Jake and Devon are supposed to be two teenagers absolutely hot for each other, so the chaste, lips-tightly-pursed snogging makes me wince every time.

Verdict: Unconvincing kissing aside, this is a full throttle start for one of my favourite guilty pleasures, which I’m hoping will keep me very happy for the rest of the autumn. 8/10

Martin Jameson