Grab your shillelagh, down a pint of Guinness, pump some Kneecap and attempt to justify countless other clichés by claiming Irish heritage because it’s St Paddy’s Day!
Sadly I am beginning to dread the 17th of March because it means watching another one of these godawful Leprechaun movies.
Today it’s Leprechaun 2 from Director Rodman Flender who would go on to direct the actually ok Idle Hands, a considerable step up from this solid lump of shamrock shite.
Warwick Davis returns as the jolly green anti-giant, here in search of a bride as a result of a 1000 year curse put upon the O’Day clan. His bride to be is not Danity Kane’s Aubry O’Day it is instead Bridget (Shevonne Durkin) a descendent of the family, however her Hollywood hearse driving tour guide boyfriend Cody (Charlie Heath) ain’t intending to be lepre-cucked so easily!
I like this concept and some of the un-alivings are fun (death by motorboat anyone?) as are the gross out moments like that big gooey lick Davis delivers to Durkin’s face. But once we move away form the bride to be angle and settle back into the familiar ‘give me back my gold’ schtick this gets old really quickly.
Clint Howard and Kimmy (‘the phone on the table by the red chair’) Robinson have nifty early cameos and Sandy Baron as drunk uncle tour guide Morty is great. Durkin is a charismatic deficit with her only decent scene the one featuring her body double.
This sure ain’t the craic, in fact the only way to enjoy it may be on crack!
Grab your shillelagh, down a pint of Guinness, pump some Kneecap and attempt to justify countless other clichés by claiming Irish heritage because it’s St Paddy’s Day!
Sadly I am beginning to dread the 17th of March because it means watching another one of these godawful Leprechaun movies.
Today it’s Leprechaun 2 from Director Rodman Flender who would go on to direct the actually ok Idle Hands, a considerable step up from this solid lump of shamrock shite.
Warwick Davis returns as the jolly green anti-giant, here in search of a bride as a result of a 1000 year curse put upon the O’Day clan. His bride to be is not Danity Kane’s Aubry O’Day it is instead Bridget (Shevonne Durkin) a descendent of the family, however her Hollywood hearse driving tour guide boyfriend Cody (Charlie Heath) ain’t intending to be lepre-cucked so easily!
I like this concept and some of the un-alivings are fun (death by motorboat anyone?) as are the gross out moments like that big gooey lick Davis delivers to Durkin’s face. But once we move away form the bride to be angle and settle back into the familiar ‘give me back my gold’ schtick this gets old really quickly.
Clint Howard and Kimmy (‘the phone on the table by the red chair’) Robinson have nifty early cameos and Sandy Baron as drunk uncle tour guide Morty is great. Durkin is a charismatic deficit with her only decent scene the one featuring her body double.
This sure ain’t the craic, in fact the only way to enjoy it may be on crack!
