{"id":1055,"date":"2011-07-12T03:15:31","date_gmt":"2011-07-12T01:15:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somethingwicked.co.za\/?p=1055"},"modified":"2011-07-12T03:14:39","modified_gmt":"2011-07-12T01:14:39","slug":"psychotoys-and-why-we-love-them","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/2011\/07\/12\/psychotoys-and-why-we-love-them\/","title":{"rendered":"Warning: This Toy May Choke You"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">Mark Sykes&#8217;s Sixth Sense of Humour<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-945\" title=\"TitleUnderline\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"13\" srcset=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline.jpg 350w, https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline-300x11.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><\/h3>\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"5\" cellpadding=\"5\" width=\"85%\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"75%\" align=\"left\" valign=\"top\"><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\" align=\"center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-1056\" title=\"Pris\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/Pris.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"325\" height=\"140\" srcset=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/Pris.jpg 325w, https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/Pris-300x129.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 325px) 100vw, 325px\" \/><a href=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazines\/something-wicked-issue-11\/\">From Issue 11 (July 2011)<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"75%\" valign=\"top\"><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\" align=\"center\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<h3><strong>Warning: This Toy May Choke You, or <em>PsychoToys and why we love them<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>THE THING ABOUT BLOOD-spattered machetes and rusty straight razors is,  at least they\u2019re unambiguous. You know they\u2019re bad, bad things, and you know  it\u2019s not personal. But the distinction between friendly things and evil things  isn\u2019t always that neat. It\u2019s pretty safe to assume that the guy with the hockey  mask and the machete is probably not chasing you down for a romantic sushi  dinner, but you\u2019re safe with that cuddly little teddy bear with the cute little  button eyes. He\u2019s your bestest bedtime buddy. Right? But what if he\u2019s not? What  if you happen to spill a little orange juice on him at full moon, and it turns  out he\u2019s not so sweet after all? What if he\u2019s really a fluffy little bundle of  serial bloody death just waiting for the kiddies to fall to sleep?<\/p>\n<p>Over the years, movies and books have worked up an unhealthy obsession  with innocuous and cuddly toys that turn into terrifying, psychotic,  cold-blooded killers.<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a certain breed of horror writer that specialises in scaring  little kids, and grown-ups who have kids, and grown-ups who are kids by showing  them that the toys they sleep next to at night are actually alive; not only  that, but they don\u2019t really like children. At all. And who could blame them?  Kids spend all day beating the crap out of their cuddly little friends, banging  their heads together and then nonchalantly tossing them over their shoulders as  they randomly pick some other hapless teddy bear or plastic dolly to shove into  their gummy, drooling maws.<\/p>\n<p>Hollywood, in particular, has successfully sustained a toy-fuelled  terror campaign\u00a0 for years. There are  some truly great living toys out there in movieland; a handful are good, but  it\u2019s when they\u2019re itching to maim something that the fun really starts. In the  real world, few arresting officers will buy \u201cMy dolly did it,\u201d as an alibi, but  fear tends to follow us home from the movies and curl up under the covers with  us at night. And whether the evil toy is powered by repressed teen rage, the  spirit of an evil ancestor, or just a fresh pack of Evereadys is more or less  moot when the residents of your toy box are preparing to pluck your eyebrows  with the garden shears \u2013 real or imagined.<\/p>\n<p>If it\u2019s done properly, a toy doesn\u2019t even have to be the central  character in the film to be memorable. Take the toy clown from Poltergeist, for  instance; you just know that something <em>that<\/em> smiley is going to do something horrible before the end of the movie, and sure  as hell, once the ectoplasm hits the fan, it grows fangs, wraps its freakishly  long arms around Oliver Robins and drags him <em>under  the fucking bed<\/em> &#8211; nightmare central &#8211; while mom and dad are unable  to help, dealing as they are with the rotting corpses in the swimming pool.  Apart from the bit where the chairs stack up on the kitchen table, it\u2019s the  scene I wait for with the most anticipation. Perfect horror!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Another \u2018toy\u2019 that\u2019s secured its \u2013 or rather her \u2013 place in movie  history is the replicant, Pris, from Blade Runner (for all intents and  purposes, she\u2019s a toy for men, being as she was a pleasure model), played by  Daryl \u2018Uma took my other fucking eye\u2019 Hannah. As a 12-year-old boy, I remember  feeling not only frightened but also just a bit envious of Harrison Ford  getting his head crunched like a macadamia between her 21-year-old thighs. And  what does he do in thanks? He blows a hole right through her! I\u2019d have pulled  one of his fingers back to his wrist for that too, the heartless bastard.<\/p>\n<p>Now, demonic clowns and killer blonde acrobatic love slaves are all  very well, but if ever there was a toy invented solely for the purpose of  fuelling nightmares, it has to be the ventriloquist\u2019s dummy. That they\u2019re used  to \u2018entertain\u2019 children is just a front. They\u2019re not even from this planet &#8211;  everyone knows there\u2019s a factory on Mars given over solely to the task of  churning out these things. They come off the assembly line, are given the spark  of life by a demented wizard, and are then jettisoned off in the direction of  Earth. They enter our atmosphere, land in a field like a bunch of alien  meteorites, white hot, and then rise up and walk, looking for the nearest human  habitation to terrorize. Preferably a home with a couple of young kids, some  dumbass parents, and a pet of some kind to eviscerate. At least, that\u2019s how <em>I\u2019ve<\/em> always seen it. Also, what would <em>you<\/em> do if you spent all day with someone  else\u2019s hand up your ass? Happily gut someone like a salmon at the first opportunity?  I know <em>I<\/em> would.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m not the only one who thinks these things all need to be rounded up  and incinerated; the following list contains just a few examples (taken from a  somewhat disparate selection of outstanding films and TV shows) of what results  when automatonophobic writers try to exorcise their own jabbering demons by  writing stories that can\u2019t end until the beast has been vanquished:<\/p>\n<p><strong> &#8211; Dead of Night (1945):<\/strong> In this criminally  overlooked film, Michael Redgrave plays a ventriloquist who thinks his dummy,  Hugo, is alive. But is it? Of course it bloody is! Some terrifically disturbing  scenes here.<\/p>\n<p><strong> &#8211; Magic (1978):<\/strong> Anthony Hopkins can\u2019t function  without Fats (a doll that makes Chucky look like a Care Bear), and Ann-Margaret  finds that threesomes aren\u2019t all they\u2019re cracked up to be. Before its general  release in the UK, the TV trailer for this film had to be pulled after numerous  complaints came in that it was scaring the living shit out of children. YouTube  \u201cMagic 1978 Movie Trailer\u201d and you\u2019ll know that that\u2019s bullshit; the adults  complaining didn\u2019t have the guts to admit <em>they<\/em> were the ones losing sleep.<\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8211; Krusty Gets Kancelled (The Simpsons  Season 4, 1993):<\/strong> Gabbo is coming! He\u2019s just a baaaad widdle  boy \u2013 as the TV audience of Springfield found out. Personally, I found Krusty\u2019s  attempt at a rival doll, and its missing lower jaw, much more entertaining, but  hey.<\/p>\n<p><strong> &#8211; Doctor Who and the Talons of Weng Chiang (1977):<\/strong> A hideous Peking homunculus that moonlights as a Chinese ventriloquist\u2019s dummy  stalks the fog-filled streets of 1890s London and knifes people. What more  could you ask for? Complete genius.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And from Blade, Jester and Pinhead (from <strong>Puppet Master,<\/strong> though who in their right mind would let their  kids sleep with these guys) to Chucky, to Pennywise (<em>we all float down here<\/em>) via that freaky little bear in AI,  they all find a way to screw you up eventually, and the list goes on and on.  May it never end.<\/p>\n<p>The fact of the matter is, nothing scares us more than a supposedly  lifeless and innocent comfort object with intelligence and a straight razor.  What if the snugly teddy bear your kiddy is sleeping next to comes to life and  offs the whole family?<\/p>\n<p>Kids, if you\u2019re reading this,\u00a0  take my advice: If you\u2019re going to have a toy box in which to keep your  fluffy frogs, wind-up ballerinas, doe-eyed teddies and talking puppies, then  for Christ\u2019s sake, make sure it\u2019s made of kryptonite. Before you go to bed,  lock it, bolt it, immerse it in a swimming pool full of holy water, and  surround it with hired mercenaries trained to blind a Cabbage Patch Doll with  their thumbs. Come morning, when the sun is safely up and their powers are  weak, <em>then<\/em> you can take out your  toys and play with them. <em> <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em> <\/em><\/p>\n<p><em> <\/em><\/p>\n<p>However, when it comes to the lead paint and small parts, you\u2019re on  your own.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-605\" title=\"divider\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/05\/divider.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"136\" height=\"20\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Here you go, kiddies  &#8211; we\u2019ve given you the chance to create your own petrifying plaything, with the  easy-to-use <em>Something Wicked<\/em> patented mix \u2019n\u2019 match <strong>Psychotic Toy  Generator<\/strong> \u2013 simply choose an element from each column, and hey  presto! You\u2019ve got a movie franchise!<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/PTG.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1058\" title=\"PTG\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/PTG.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"450\" height=\"550\" srcset=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/PTG.jpg 450w, https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/PTG-245x300.jpg 245w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 450px) 100vw, 450px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1020\" title=\"caticon-stalking\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/caticon-stalking.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"75\" height=\"45\" \/><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center;\">Image of Pris from Blade Runner \u00a9 Warner Bros<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-966\" title=\"blackline\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/blackline1-300x7.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"7\" srcset=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/blackline1-300x7.jpg 300w, https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/blackline1.jpg 325w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/h5>\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"10\" cellpadding=\"0\" align=\"center\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\" align=\"center\" valign=\"top\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.somethingwicked.co.za\/products-page\/downloads\/something-wicked-11-july-2011\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full  wp-image-953 alignleft\" title=\"PurchaseButton\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/PurchaseButton.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"180\" height=\"24\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<td align=\"center\" valign=\"top\"><a href=\"http:\/\/weightlessbooks.com\/format\/magazine\/something-wicked-magazine-12-month-subscription\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full  wp-image-954 alignleft\" title=\"SubsBuyButton\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/SubsBuyButton.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"180\" height=\"24\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>[hana-code-insert name=&#8217;ArticleBlockOpen&#8217; \/]<\/p>\n<h2 class=\"art-postheader\" style=\"text-align: left;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.somethingwicked.co.za\/authors\/mark-sykes\/\">Mark Sykes<\/a><\/h2>\n<p><em> <\/em><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-1059\" title=\"sykes\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/sykes-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/>What can be said about <strong>Mark Sykes<\/strong>?<\/p>\n<p>Film actor, world traveller, model, novel writer, piano and violin  player, ballroom dancer, deep-sea diver \u2013 he is none of these things.<\/p>\n<p>Actual achievements include  the odd play or musical, avoiding death by starvation through singing to people  around London, and completing all three <strong>Halo<\/strong> games on \u2018legendary\u2019 level.<\/p>\n<p>Literary influences include  Philip Pullman, Carl Hiaasen and Iain M. Banks.\u00a0 Favourite activities include vacuuming, buying stationery,  applying sun lotion to total strangers, catoptromancy, going to Paris to see his  brother, getting lost in Derbyshire, and trying hard to tell the truth at all.<\/p>\n<p>After being <em>Something  Wicked\u2019s<\/em> \u201cMan In London\u201d he now lives in Cape Town and is enjoying  the sun.<\/p>\n<p>[hana-code-insert name=&#8217;ArticleBlockClose&#8217; \/]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">Mark Sykes&#8217;s Sixth Sense Of Humour<br \/>\n<img class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-945\" title=\"TitleUnderline\" \n\nsrc=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"13\" srcset=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline.jpg 350w, https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline-300x11.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><\/h3>\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"5\" cellpadding=\"5\" width=\"85%\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"75%\" valign=\"top\">\n<p>THE THING ABOUT BLOOD-spattered machetes and rusty straight razors is, at least they\u2019re unambiguous. You know they\u2019re bad, bad things, and you know it\u2019s not personal. But the distinction between friendly things and evil things isn\u2019t always that neat. It\u2019s pretty safe to assume that the guy with the hockey mask and the machete is probably not chasing you down for a romantic sushi dinner, but you\u2019re safe with that cuddly little teddy bear with the cute little button eyes. He\u2019s your bestest bedtime buddy. Right?.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\" align=\"center\"><a \n\nhref=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/CoverIssue11Colour.jpg\"><img class=\"alignright \n\nsize-medium wp-image-883\" title=\"CoverIssue11Colour\" \n\nsrc=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/CoverIssue11Colour-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"Cover Art by \n\nVincent Sammy\" width=\"182\" height=\"241\" \/><\/a> <a \n\nhref=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazines\/something-wicked-issue-11\/\"><span style=\"text-align: left;\">From Issue 11 (July <\/p>\n<p>2011)<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"75%\" valign=\"top\"><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\" align=\"center\"><a \n\nhref=\"http:\/\/www.somethingwicked.co.za\/products-page\/downloads\/something-wicked-11-july-2011\/\"><img class=\"aligncenter \n\nsize-full wp-image-953\" title=\"PurchaseButton\" \n\nsrc=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/PurchaseButton.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"180\" height=\"24\" \n\n\/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/weightlessbooks.com\/format\/magazine\/something-wicked-magazine-12-month-subscription\/\"><img \n\nclass=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-954\" title=\"SubsBuyButton\" \n\nsrc=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/SubsBuyButton.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"180\" height=\"24\" \n\n\/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[93,102,227],"class_list":["post-1055","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-non-fiction","tag-issue-11","tag-mark-sykes","tag-non-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1055","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1055"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1055\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1129,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1055\/revisions\/1129"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1055"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1055"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1055"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}