The Leprechaun movies have always been a source of B-movie hilarity. I’ve only seen the first one all the way through, but I’ve seen enough to know that the series rarely takes itself seriously – Leprechaun in the Hood and Leprechaun 4: In Space make that abundantly clear. The qualms I have with Leprechaun and Leprechaun 2 are based on my own preferences for what a horror film should be, however, and at some point it’s best to just go with the outright ridiculousness of the film.
Warwick Davis reprises his role as the Leprechaun, who is guided by his pot of gold and a longing for a wife on his 1000-year birthday. Apparently, the Leprechaun’s only motives are violence, gold, and his schlong – some of them probably occurring at the sametime – because his quest in the film is to wed Bridget (Shevonne Durkin) and do her on his cave-bed. But Bridget’s boyfriend Cody (Charlie Heath) is determined to stop the leprechaun with the help of perpetual drunk Morty (Sandy Baron).
The way Leprechaun 2 goes about its plot is surprisingly lighthearted, at least for the most part. If not for the gratuitous boobie scene and a violent death at the hands of some blades, the movie probably could have gotten away with a lesser rating. The Leprechaun is goofy and full of puns, and what could have been a chance for the film to take a darker, more serious tone is left at the beginning of the movie. Most films with creatures such as the Leprechaun will keep the character hidden until the end; but Leprechaun 2 seems to revel in the corny nature of its antagonist, giving the creature (and Warwick Davis) ample screentime to mock the protagonists, make jokes, and otherwise ham it up with trickster antics.
This makes Leprechaun 2 funny but not scary; that’s the B-movie MO, though, and thankfully the movie doesn’t take itself seriously. And really, how could it remain serious for long? The puns are so bad that the viewer will laugh at how far the dialogue has to go to stretch the comedy. Lines like “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to drink and levitate?” are the fare that viewers will find here; watching this movie is best done while drunk or getting to that point.
And Shevonne Durkin is a terrible actress. It’s no wonder her career didn’t blossom after this Leprechaun movie like Jennifer Aniston’s did. Her performance is so dry and effortless that watching a corn husk writhe under Warwick Davis would be more interesting. She delivers lines with such uninterest, but her eyes do crazy flips. It’s both distracting and hilarious.
But when you get over the fact that Leprechaun 2 is a mess of bad acting, stupid plot twists (“get the Leprechaun drunk” might be the stupidest plan I’ve seen to thwart a monster), and corny dialogue, you’re reminded of what it sets out to do – provide a fun time on a night before St. Patrick’s Day, kicking back with friends, a few Guinness’, and perhaps even a couple shots of Irish whiskey.