'Cause we just had to have more Leprechaun. He's back, and ah, he want he gold.

I must really love horror movies. Here's how much I love horror movies: I just watched Leprechaun 2 after having previously viewed Leprechaun 1. They say the definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over again and expecting a different result, but what if that costumed dwarf had ate up a little kid or something and I missed seeing it? How could I stand not knowing? Yeah like your life is so great.

Alright let's play screenwriter here for a minute. We all want to write monster movies don't we? Let's try to think up some clever ways we could cram the plot down the viewer's pie hole and give our heroes a hint about how to defeat the creature. Here's what I've come up with so far; not set in stone or anything, we're just throwing out ideas here:

• A Crazy Ralph or washed up monster hunter tells them ("You're DOOMED unless..").
• Eccentric scientist figures it out ("Wait, it's made of radioactive swamp gas right?!").
• Freak accident reveals it ("Hey it didn't like when salt got on it").
• Boastful monster just tells them ("Muhahahaha! You'll never...").

Ooh I thought of a really good one. You ready for this?

They learn it from a book! (said like Manuel from Fawlty Towers).

So in the laziest ever abuse of that plot device the protagonists in this film merely consult their copy of The Complete Book Of Leprechauns: What They Want And How To Stop Them. It's sitting right on their kitchen table; they don't even have to steal it from the Miskatonic University library or anything. And here I can't find a good book on sea anemones.

Man, these Leprechaun movies sure aren't very violent. I'm trying to remember anyone dying onscreen other than that MAD TV guy getting cappuccino machined to death. I blame the 90s. Good decade for music I guess but not so much for slasher franchises. The 90s strongly disapproved of the 80s ways and basically wanted to expunge the whole decade from history, so instead of Jason and Michael Myers we had the Leprechaun, Chuckie doll and that slicker guy to watch while we listened to our Alanis Morissette.

But believe it or not, it's actually rather better than the first Leprechaun. Granted that's like saying Jar-Jar Binks is better than Scrappy Doo, but I call 'em like I see 'em. There's no child in the movie and Warwick Davis must have worked on his fake Irish accent and seems a bit less like a trick-or-treater and more like a real...you try writing a review if a leprechaun movie and not sounding stupid.

That's not to say it's a good movie. It's horrible and not funny and I'm only rating it this high as a further dig at the original. Don't watch this. Mother of god. Don't you have a girlfriend or marijuana or something? But for me I guess it's on to Leprechaun 3, and where I go you must not follow.