Leprechaun in the Hood
Director: Rob Spera
Writer: William Wells, Alan Reynolds, Rob Spera, Doug Hall, John Hoffman (and based on characters by Mark Jones)
(With this many writers, it must be good!)
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The Leprechaun is frozen as a statue until three bungling rapper/thieves accidentally resurrect him and steal his magic flute. They use the flute to get better at rapping. Both the Leprechaun and shady music producer Ice T chase after them to get the flute back. In the process, the Leprechaun gets high, creates an army of zombie fly-girls, and kills a bunch of people.
I believe it was inspired by the Bard.
WHAT YOU SAY?
Rather than list off the most quotable lines (which this movie has its fair share of), I’ve decided to post a video that combines Leprechaun with my second favorite Disney movie.
You guessed it: The Great Mouse Detective.
ISN’T THAT SPECIAL?
This is the penultimate chapter of the Leprechaun sextilogy. I’ve sat through the previous four. Why stop now?
Um… because you sat through Leprechaun in Space?
None that I can remember. We see a lot of zombie women in short skirts gyrating away to the Leprechaun’s ill rhymes, but nothing else of notice. Nothing gay, anyway.
This film certainly doesn’t scrimp on gore. We have two exploding hearts, some mutilations, and strangulations galore. Background characters pop up in a scene just to be dispatched soon afterward… which is as it should be.
Oh? Is that a nameless pedestrian? He’s screwed.
Continuity isn’t this series’ strong point, but where the heck did this magic flute come from?
If the Leprechaun can explode hearts from several feet away, why doesn’t he do that within the film’s first five minutes? Bing bang boom. It’s over. That would leave us enough time for lots more rapping.
All horror movies should have a minimum of one 1970s flashback. And all flashbacks should have a minimum of two jokes about hiding comically large objects in afros.
On second thought, no. That’s a horrible idea.
OK. IS IT GAY?
For an installment of the anything-goes, fun-loving Leprechaun saga, this entry is surprisingly homophobic. Sure, it’s set in the rap world, which isn’t known for being a bastion of gay visibility.
No homo, foo.
Or female empowerment.
No caption needed.
Even so, the film includes a cross-dressing character that everyone else finds disgusting. To make matters worse, he dies in a sexually demeaning way.
In addition, the wise grandmother mocks one of the other main characters for possibly being gay.
A different homophobic grandmother.
Later in the film, two separate characters are killed on two separate occasions because they were coming on to the Leprechaun disguised as a woman. “WHAT? You’re a man? WHAT? You’re killing me?” This could be interpreted as an indictment of chauvinism, but… nah. It seemed much too mean-spirited.
During the climax, our two heroes infiltrate the leprechaun’s lair dressed as call girls. This only muddles the gender politics further. Are they supposed to feel shame for how low they’re stooping? Do they suddenly have an insight into how they previously treated the deceased female impersonator? I don’t know. Jury’s still out.
All this comes down to a film that is surprisingly unfriendly to gay viewers (and women). It pains me to say this, because the Leprechaun is usually such a jolly fellow, but I’m giving this film a Pat Robertson.