Leprechaun was Jennifer Aniston’s film debut. It’s kind of a shame that she never made another movie quite as good as this one. She’s fairly decent in this flick and you can only imagine how good of a scream queen she could’ve been had she not starred in that Friends bullshit.
The plot has a centuries old Leprechaun (Warwick Davis) terrorizing a bunch of people at a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. The murderous munchkin is looking for his gold and he’s prepared to rip off someone’s face if they don’t produce his coins in a timely manner. Naturally the only thing that can kill a Leprechaun is a four leaf clover, so the precocious brat of the group slingshots it into the Leprechaun’s mouth; causing him to melt.
Leprechaun has it’s share of chuckles. I for one think it’s pretty hilarious that a shamrock is to the Leprechaun what a cross is to a vampire. (They even have to “believe” in order for it to work.) While a Killer Leprechaun is a promising concept, not much is really done with it to make the film completely worthwhile. It also doesn’t help when the characters are all annoying. (The know-it-all kid, the slow-witted handyman, the shrill vegetarian chick, the hunky painter, the useless father, etc.)
The biggest problem with the flick is that the tone is all out of whack. Sometimes the film is extremely silly (Leprechaun eats some fake Lucky Charms at one point), and other times, things are played completely straight. Thankfully, the sequels would take the formula and run with it. They invented new rules, ignored continuity, and gave Leprechaun more silly rhymes, which resulted in bigger laughs.
The reason to watch Leprechaun is for Warwick Davis. This is hands down his best role. Fuck
Cop: “Aren’t we a little young to be out this late?”
Leprechaun: “I’m 600 years old!”
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