Leprechaun 3

There are times in life when you make a joke and the only way to make yourself seem funny is to keep adding to the joke and turn it into an elaborate story where in the end you are basically making fun of yourself in order to make it funny.  Okay...if you understand that run-on sentence gibberish, that’s basically what the Leprechaun series is.  The first one was bad, yet it was supposed to be funny.  The second one was basically taking the premise of the first, adding to it, and making it seem dumber and funnier.  And it keeps going.

Leprechaun 3 brings Warwick Davis to Las Vegas and has him wanting his gold again.  Gone is the whole bride shenanigans.  No more need for that crap when you can have bad stage magicians, gambling, and a man turning into a leprechaun.  Yes.  A man begins to turn into a leprechaun, bad rhymes and all.

There’s not much to say.  This movie basically continues the insanity that was established in the second film.  The editing, directing, and acting are all passable.  The jokes land much more than the first movie, and the Leprechaun seems a little bit terrifying.

I am getting a little bit sick of the rhyming though.  All the leprechaun poems sound so dumb.  There was one that was a decent penis joke.  That’s about all the good that came out of them.  Apparently it’s not just the title leprechaun that does it either.  When you begin turning into a leprechaun, you begin to unconsciously spurt out these poetic verses.  It makes you sound like an idiot.  My opinion.  You might not be an idiot, but I would think you one.

You know what?  What’s the point in trying to say more about it?  It’s not one of the “greats” in the Leprechaun series.  It’s just there.  It entertained me and gives me hope for the “greatness” of the next three instalments.  Here I come, Leprechaun in Space!