The script was written by the author of another departed and successful horror film, Wicked, so it seemed in advance that her new brainchild would definitely have no brakes. 

Social networks were flooded with fan videos of dancing M3GAN. They started cosplaying the doll long before the movie’s release. The audience was not just heated up but somewhat overheated with expectations. As a result, the promotion campaign, hyped up to unbelievable speeds, outstripped the film, promising an experience on the verge of a hysterical seizure. Camp and hilarious bloodshed (as in the same “Chucky”) in a horror movie are not as much as expected. As we know, the worst guide to the theater is inflated expectations. 

The plot is essentially as simple as a mooch, a reasonably short discourse on the importance of human intimacy being a critical component during the experience of painful trauma. Artificial intelligence cannot replace Gemma’s warmth and support, even while catering to Cady’s every whim and with trump cards such as indulging every whim and David Guetta’s Titanium track as a lullaby.

 The unassuming plot leaves enormous room for the campy aesthetic and gags that overwhelm the film. The story would have been overpowering if the filmmakers had strayed more deeply into existential reasoning. Instead, we get a terrific entertaining movie that is fresh air amidst the traditional theater stagnation at the beginning of the year.

“M3GAN” can be attributed more to the absurdist comedy genre than horror. Already familiar and worn-out images from the usual horror movies and B sci-fi are played in a new manner. Scary at the show will not be exactly; the chance to break down in hysterics with laughter is much more accurate. Camp aesthetics is experiencing a second birth; the unprepared viewer may miss the punchlines hiding between the lines or behind the severe facial expressions of the actors. 

M3GAN is by all accounts an antagonist and comes across as a dangerous mix of Chucky and HAL 9000. Still, it’s an antagonist you’ll root for to the end. First, the movie makes you beg for a sequel (which means she has to survive somehow), and second, how can you not root for a pretty doll who punishes aggressors with the coolness of Anton Chigurh and the gracefulness of Taylor Swift? The franchise got off to a good start; the new anti-heroine was chosen by the audience’s votes (the film’s charges, to be honest, were fantastic).