Let's forget the cute toys of the past, progress now marks a new turning point, and on the various Chucky, Billy, Annabelle, it vetoes and makes a turn, and perhaps I'm still a bit shocked about this. There are no demonic possessions, no evil spirits hovering over the possessed object, here we play on a more slippery, decidedly vast and dangerously unlimited terrain.
Evolution, ah, what a wonderful thing, science is our precious friend , gives gifts galore, and can never be harmful. (Or not?)

M3gan, (acronym for "Model 3 Generative Android"), directed by Gerard Johnstone and written by James Wan (creator of Saw, Insidious, The Conjuring), takes over the reins of a somewhat outdated game, and catapults it into an innovative, peppery future, aiming to modify supernatural ideas, to the advantage of unparalleled technological imprints. This very cute doll, with big doe eyes, looks perfect, but be careful not to make her go crazy. The story is practically tailored to Cady, played by Violet McGraw, an unfortunate eight-year-old girl who tragically loses her parents in a terrible accident. The little girl will be entrusted to her aunt Gemma, who coincidentally designs the latest generation toys. What a wonderful opportunity. Cold and unfriendly woman, nephew to take care of, she really needs a helper! And so, Cady will find herself with a very special friend, and the two will bond in a visceral way at the beginning, until the inevitable final twist. The idea of ​​focusing on artificial intelligence and robotics is a winning one, given the current times, however, a spark is still missing, one capable of generating pure tension, which goes beyond feeble fear.

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The little android, now a crazy splinter, reminded me of the Terminator, for the series, under the grafted skin, there is a miniature metallic copy of Arnold, wow, how cool! The turn gives a more robotic touch to a creature that for a good part of the film seemed the quintessence of sweetness, and finally manages to instill a fuller terror saturated with harshness. Of the entire film, perhaps the most disturbing tone is aimed at science, and its rather alarming rise. Can entrusting a little girl to the care of a piece of tin, however cleverly programmed, ever be better than the warmth of a living, thinking being? Someone who was born, who has a baggage of mistakes and real emotions, not schematized, but profound and loyal.

Seven minus, he didn't fully convince me despite being impeccable from a point of view technical, but then again, what can I do. I'm an old fashioned girl, and, believe it or not, very sentimental. Evil, the real one, which I like to play with, is not that trendy, I prefer another type of essence. All that remains is to hope to see a dirtier imprint in the next chapter: less perfection please, in favor of something capable of creating a real emotion.