R, 95 minutes, Comedy
I’m sure anyone who was aware of this movie said that to themselves whether it be twenty years ago or twenty seconds ago. It’s come to this: the point where it’s obvious that the creative crew just said, “Eff it,” and made something intentionally ludicrous. I mean… It’s a leprechaun… In SPACE.
Leprechaun 4 takes place at some point in the future. After the villainous little bugger (Davis yet again) kidnaps an alien princess, a crew of space marines move in to take him out. Getting overly cocky, one of the marines urinates on the remains of the leprechaun and somehow connects with the dead beast. When they return to their ship… the leprechaun… well… he births out of the guy’s… junk… No chestburster here, Mr. Scott!
With the menace loose on the ship, the marines fight to stay alive. Unfortunately the recovered princess has other plans and yet still the doctor on board the ship has his own nefarious plot. Somehow the marines must stay alive before the forces of evil overtake the galaxy. Oh noes!
You may have noticed that I didn’t acknowledge the actors very much. I would hope that looking back on this would make them cry out in exasperation. This isn’t a good movie, yet it attracted a slew of television actors ranging from Baywatch to Home Improvement. I don’t know if this entry earned a Razzie, but it would have been justified.
I love science fiction, but I felt like it was simply the backdrop to the story. It certainly was a gimmick. They had the spaceship, medical and industrial technology, and the ever-lovin’ energy shield, but it felt like none of it mattered until the very end. I guess I might have expected too much from the beginning, but I mean “space” is in the blasted title.
Finally, I have to talk about the boobs. I like boobs just like the next guy, but I absolutely had to question their use this time around. The previous two installments in this series used boobs to lure male characters to their deaths, but in L4 they’re just gratuitous. They add nothing to the story. Not a thing. It’s as though the casting director sat there during auditions and said, “Well, we could use you… and you’re obviously desperate for a role… but I won’t agree to use you unless boobs because reasons. Hurdur.” I guess all those Baywatch babes really did take it off at one point or another.
If you’ve decided to watch along, then bully for you, ol’ chap. Making it this far took work on my end, so I can only imagine your face after sitting through hours of it. This just isn’t a good… thing. As the series went on, the obviousness of how ridiculous these movies are came to the forefront of the story–it became apart of the story. If any profit was made from all of this, it had to have been solely through cheap rental copies. No wonder Blockbuster busted. Sadly, I have yet to get my hands on copies of the final three films, but there was an apparent dynamic shift with the “Hood” titles. Now I like movies, good or bad, but this series isn’t for your average watcher. Just watch a Lucky Charms commercial and you’ll be set for March.
Rating: Don’t bother.
Don’t watch: It’s a terrible movie, but boobs.