Chucky Movie Analysis

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“Puchungi, can I please watch the movie?” A petite five-year-old with a mop of curled golden hair, brown doe eyes, and a stuffed Mickey Mouse doll clutched tightly to her chest innocently asked, with a tilt of her head as she stared at her elder sister and cousin. The older sister and cousin glanced at each other before the toddler’s cousin quirked her lips in what the child would later remember being a mischievous, wicked, smirk. “Sure Puchungi.” Her cousin finally answered as she hauled the child up from the floor and onto the couch between the two elder women before pressing play on the movie that would forever leave a lasting impression on the child. When I was five years of age, my cousin and elder sister decided it would be a funny joke …show more content…

The movie ‘Chucky’ is a demented movie about a guy that traps his soul in a Good Guy doll, that later gets bought and starts murdering people that have wronged him. ‘Chucky’ isn’t a movie anyone should show a child, not even as a joke. As a result, my perspective towards numerous items have changed, evolved, and taken a turn for the worst. Nyctophobia is the fear of the darkness and sedatephobia is the fear of silence. After watching Chucky that fateful, horrible, night I had managed to develop both of these, but sedatephobia would only become triggered when I felt trapped and alone in the dark. Consequently, due to the fact that I had gained nyctophobia, I had slept with my parents until I was ten years of age and even then it would take hours of effort to fall asleep as the silence unnerved every cell in my body. Additionally, the porcelain figurine …show more content…

For instance, I still contain nyctophobia and while I don’t burst into tears as I used to when I was younger I do get anxious and paranoid. As a result, I still sleep with my bedside lamp on as well as the television. When it comes to walking in the dark I will break into a run even though the distance might be from the bathroom to my bedroom. It is actually hilarious the amount of times I have crashed into my bedroom door in my panic. In addition, just thinking about the dark will cause shivers and onslaught of nervous laughing. However, although I still struggle with nyctophobia, I no longer have a fear of toys and currently have a few stuffed animals in my room. Similarly, horror movies don’t have much of an impression as it did when I was younger and sometimes they don’t leave that bitter taste of fear in my mouth anymore, as ironic as it is, and I have even put on a few Chucky masks on Halloween to get back at my cousin and elder sister. It’s like they say, “What comes around, goes

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