Good afternoon, House of Madness evil androids:
I first wrote about "M3gan" a couple of months ago here, so if you're unfamiliar with the synoposis, that link will take you back in time without the use of a flux capacitor or the brilliant mind of Emmett Brown. Isn't technology great?
Technology may seem great, and in plenty of ways it is, but the more technologically advanced we become as a species, the closer we get to live-streaming Skynet blasting our population into smithereens, and those of us lucky (or unlucky) enough to survive the robotic revolution will be slaves to our carnivorous can openers, telepathic televisions, and villainous vacuums. Fuck that shit, I'm going down swinging.
When I first heard of "M3gan", my expectations were low, and I figured we were in for a 'Chucky' ripoff that plugs into the wall instead of requiring batteries. With 56 'Chucky' variations and (not) counting, "I, Robot", "Ex Machina", "Willy's Wonderland" and so many others, how many varieties of psycho dolls, androids, and kid's play things can we possibly endure before we finally step up to the microphone and let Hollywood know that enough is enough? Well, I'm not ready to answer that question just yet, because "M3gan" is an absolute fucking delight that not only brings new life to an old idea, but creates its own blueprint of mass murdering dollstruction. Whether it's building tension, drama, or comic relief, the film does everything at an elite level, and is way more fun than it had any business being. I loved every minute of "M3gan", and when technology finally gets to this point and lazy parents are lining up to buy a $10,000 babysitter, I'll hopefully be on a voyage to Mars, where I can start all over and talk to myself; I've decided companionship is overrated anyways............thanks M3gan.
Madness Meter: 7.7/10
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