Posted: March 16, 2012 in Awfulness, Crap, Horror, Leprechauns, Movies (L), Warwick Davis

Leprechaun In The Hood (2000).

Here the series gets its biggest blast of star power since Jennifer Aniston in the first installment, and the evil Leprechaun gets his most formidable enemy.

No doubt fulfilling a career-long ambition, Ice-T appears as a pimp in the 1970s, in a flashback to a time when a man could keep a gun in his hairdo.  That little flute he’s holding is the trophy he won from thwarting the Leprechaun and using his riches to become a powerful ganglord.  Fast-forward to the present day, when three teens inadvertently free the Leprechaun, who instantly embarks on a revenge trail.

Leprechaun In The Hood sounds at first blush like it’s worth a chuckle, but in my humble opinion it’s more disappointing than a flat Pepsi.  If you’re going to undertake the already-questionable enterprise of lampooning both Irish mythology and modern-day West Coast hip-hop culture, you want to be way more committed to the concept than what happened here.  You want to cartoon it up as much as good taste will not allow.

Instead, the cowardly plot becomes obsessed with the three youthful aspiring musicians who find the Leprechaun’s magic flute (or some shit like that, I’m not even going to look it up) and use it to ignite their music careers.  Of course the Leprechaun shows up to smack a bitch.  But what happens then is that he aimlessly wanders around South Central while the movie spends an inordinate amount of time on the saga of the three youths following their dream.

Ice-T?  He’s gone as quickly as he’s able to.  So I need to ask what no one else seems to have:  What movie are we making here?  Does anyone lit enough to rent a movie called Leprechaun In The Hood have any interest whatsoever in the bittersweet tale of three friends who just want to make it?  I may be overstating the extent of this subplot-pushed-to-the-fore, but probably I’m not.  The movie is badly diluted.

I got 5 on it.

So of course the Leprechaun kills a guy with a bong, and OF COURSE he raps, but these are painfully embarrassing and depressing spectacles, regardless of what the kids on YouTube would tell you.  When you suspect a movie could actually have been improved by the presence of Mike Epps, you know shit ain’t working.

Just about the worst rapper ever.

Next up: Leprechaun Back 2 Tha Hood (2003).


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