Only in the world of Full Moon movies would a cop chase a crook into a warehouse full of demon-possessed killer toys. It’s producer and company founder Charles Band’s obsession. Ingmar Bergman had God’s silence. Luis Bunuel had criticism of Catholicism and the Bourgeoisie. Jean-Luc Godard has the deconstruction of cinema. And Charles Band has little dolls that bite peoples’ faces off. Sounds like a vision to me. Highlights of this one include the dream sequence that looks like something from a Talking Heads video, the slob security guard whom we KNOW right away will get the first big death scene, the creepy kid who talks in an adult demon voice, the killer baby doll who’s quick with the wisecracks and the toy robot that shoots real lasers. It’s quintessential Full Moon, with Christmas tree lighting and rough acting, but with great special effects executed on a budget that wouldn’t pay the salary for Vin Diesel’s assistant. Its top missing ingredient: A charismatic lead. Tracy Scoggins, as the lady cop in the middle of this mess, doesn’t get much to do other than be shocked, confused and angry. The toys have more screen presence. This movie coulda used Tim Thomerson, which is why they brought him in for the sequel Dollman Vs. Demonic Toys. And speaking of bright futures, the screenwriter here is David S. Goyer, who’d go on to write way too many blockbuster superhero movies.