Another sequel to hit the screens lately resurrects one of the most wacky screen personalities of recent times: Chucky, the smart-ass, foul mouth, serial killer doll. Yes, everyone's favourite little "Good Guy" doll is back, and this time he has an equally deranged mate to enjoy raising hell with.

This fourth installment of the Child's Play series has tried to equate itself with another great Hollywood series, Frankenstein. Bride of Chucky is presented as a tongue-in-cheek parallel to James Whale's brilliant Bride of Frankenstein, but the title is where all similarities between the two movies end. While Whale's film is considered a cinematic classic, Bride of Chucky is merely an infantile idea being taken too far. The idea of making a movie featuring a killer doll is absurd enough, but to follow it up with three sequels is stretching things way beyond the acceptable.

The plot is so lame that it is hardly worth mentioning. Suffice to say that Chucky turns his moronic girlfriend into Tiffany, his killer doll bride. Together they embark on a Natural Born Killers-style murder spree to secure a funky amulet that can help rid them of their doll bodies for good.

There are hardly any scary scenes and alas, even fewer laughs, intentional or otherwise. The viewer can only groan in agony on being subjected to a wedding night scene between the newlywed dolls. The story is infantile beyond belief with the type of humour that only prepubescent metal heads could relate to.

In fact, it is quite clear that this film is aimed at an audience of under 13 or is perhaps for those with limited faculties. But expect "Son of Chucky" to be conceived next year, as apparently legions of people paid loads of good money to watch this unbridled piece of nonsense. Only acceptable for its high camp value and endearing watchability in a state of mental paralysis.