No-Personality’s review published on Letterboxd:
Horror of 2004 / Horror of the 2000's
Definitely a bit of a theme-stew. Is it about how unfair things are for women in Hollywood? For the "little people"; assistants, drivers, FX teams? How invasive the paparazzi are? How reckless high-powered celebrities can be? These things are some fun/funny b-sides on their own but never mesh together into one killer satirical take on Hollywood. Instead they get bogged down by some general meh predictability. ("Where's Jennifer?" "Check the craft service table." / "Why doesn't anyone take me seriously in Hollywood?" "Nice boobs." "Thank you.") And, Tilly's baby drama is only a hair more inspired than the Kid Rock episode of Fat Actress; though it is interesting that this just predates the blowup of that trend (Fat, The Comeback, My Life on the D List- all in 2005) by 1 year. Also... count me as another person not exactly floored by the Glen-Glenda thing. He does make the scariest-looking of the 3 dolls. By a mile. Especially once the teeth get sharp and the Swoosie Kurtz wig is donned. (If it didn't have a golden-orange tint, the producers obviously worried we would get him confused for Tiffany.) (More than once.) And I loved the twitch. But the weakest part of the movie bar none is the Chuck and Tiff want radically different things (out of nowhere) and declare war on each other (for some reason). And Glen-da is used as a prop to keep that wheel turning. Even though it's kicking back, peeling, rusty, and squeaking all the way.
Meanwhile, the rest of the movie is just wonderful. It never stops being funny. The dialogue is hilarious ("you can always smell it on girls who sell it"). For the first time in the entire franchise, any character can die at any time. The death scenes are brilliant. (Although there's too much CGI...and in weird places too.) The opening and closing scenes are, though on the brief side, nothing short of master set pieces!! The best in the entire franchise, probably (I have yet to see Curse of Chucky). The juxtaposition between the cutaways and the music during the decapitation scene alone makes this a must-see. There's a bit of dead space here but it's outweighed by the film's downright beautiful craziness. I didn't think this could pull off going where Scream 3 failed but... if you ask me, this was a success. And all the proof I need that Mancini was de-written on the first three crappy movies. The difference is literally day and night.