“As part three of the 4-part Leprechaunathon for Halloween, this was the sag point in the series.
It sounds awesome: The Leprechaun ends up in Vegas. What better place for a greedy little asshole with magic powers who’s not Carrot Top?
Wait, Carrot Top isn’t little. That dude is jacked.
Okay, wait, Carrot Top stopped lifting weights and started running in like 2015, so now he’s a more slight fella.
Anyway, Leprechaun is in Vegas, but what that means is he and the other characters mostly cross the street in Vegas, which must have been kind of awesome if you happened to be on vacation in Vegas in 1995 and they were like, “Hold up, Warwick Davis is about to cross the street.”
Leprechaun has gone full Freddy Krueger in this one, quipping and doing weird kills that involve tricking people into banging some lady who turns out to be a robot lady, and in a case of inception I’ll never really grasp, she’s a fake lady who comes out of the TV, with fake breasts, then she turns into a robot, but her face and breasts remain flesh. So the fake lady with fake boobs turned into a robot, but parts of her stayed real, including the boobs, which were never real to begin with.
Figure that one out, Derrida!
You can tell a lot of what’s happening here is ad libbing between the characters while they do shit like wait for an elevator or walk down a hallway, and I can only assume that’s padding. There’s a weird pair of hitmen, I guess, who have a conversation about the virtues of briefs versus boxers as well as different types of socks. It’s kind of charming because it just feels like, “Alright, you guys talk about something. And action!”
Cut down to maybe 65 minutes, this one would be pretty good.
I just hope Warwick Davis got a HUGE payday, because he deserves it.”