It’s Christmas, and Chucky is calling the tune.

Arguably, the curse of the increasingly crowded and competitive world of series TV is that no show can ever properly end. Too often the finale appears to be designed primarily as a pitch for the next season, which can make for unsatisfactory viewing.

This charge could fairly be levelled against to the final outing of Chucky 2. The dramatic conclusion to the series really came in last week’s action-packed episode, and much of this final instalment is dedicated to ensuring that the franchise continues to infinity and beyond, but, thankfully, down to the wit and craft of Don Mancini and his team, it’s no less enjoyable for all that.

Once again, it’s probably best not to say too much about the plot, except that if there was an award for Most Incongruous Use of Matching Christmas Onesies in a Horror Franchise, then Chucky Actually would be right up there (albeit in a field of one). Other than that, there is some tying up of emotional loose ends; some very funny and satisfying gore; a couple of decent plot twists; and, of course, the multiple set-ups for another eight episodes. Oh yes, and a delightful riff on The Twelve Days of Christmas, Chucky style.

Do I want to see another eight episodes? That’s hard to answer. I have loved almost every minute of this glorious season – if only to have got to know the brilliant Nadine portrayed by the equally brilliant Bella Higginbotham – but because it has been so good, it’s reasonable to wonder whether there is anywhere else for the franchise to go.

Having said that, if a third season is green lit, will I be watching? You bet I will. I’m Chucky’s friend to the end. 9/10

Martin Jameson