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"Leprechaun in the Hood"Starring:
Horror and hilarity ensue as 3 young rap upstarts steal from Compton's most hardcore rap artist and ex-pimp. Along with the loot, they unwittingly steal a Leprechaun’s magic flute that has the power to make all of their dreams come true. The only problem is that they now have the hood's most dangerous Mack Daddy AND a rhyming Leprechaun all over their asses. Review: First of all this movie really hit home with me (see anecdote following the unanswered questions), and secondly, it wasn't half bad. Sure, you probably say the title is stupid, the story is stupid, and the acting is awful, but you're wrong. The title is hilarious (I know you all snickered at it), the story is a bit far fetched (although many aspects are based in reality), and the acting -- well OK, I'll give you that one. Without a doubt, this movie is worth the hard-earned dollar that you are going to spend. Other people will tell you could to spend that dollar on a twenty-minute long distance phone call, but I say fuck Terry Bradshaw and Mike Piazza. "Leprechaun in the Hood" will get my money everytime. This movie is pure entertainment, once you get past the fact that the film is so grainy you'd think you're watching it on your parents' 1980, 13" SpectraVision Toshiba. I laughed, I cried, I drank PBR, and then laughed some more. Whether you are an underprivileged youth of the inner cities struggling to reach the Las Vegas Hip Hop Café, a Mack Daddy yearning to get back your index finger, your loot, and the flute you stole from a pesky, evil fucking Leprechaun, or a Leprechaun in search of murder, mayhem, your pot of gold and magic flute -- or even an average guy like me -- this movie is for you. Beneath the dense story line, bad acting, and blockbuster special effects, it teaches a powerful lesson that I think will benefit us all: never give up on your dreams, because hard work and determination will make them pay off in the end. In my case, no Leprechaun's magic flute is needed, as I've got my own. Highlights:
There is one reason I felt compelled to review this particular selection, and I feel that I must share that reason with you. The title itself brought back memories of the early exploits of The Continental and myself in the "hoods" of Pennsylvania. Unlike the characters in this movie, we had no reasons to lie, cheat, or steal, and there was no magic flute (well, there were 2 magic flutes), and no evil Leprechaun hell bent on our destruction, but we did have dreams of becoming rap megastars. What young, white kid didn’t? Can you say Vanilla Ice? We were ahead of our time without question, which I feel was the major contributor to our lack of success. We had it all though, the name "White Knuckle Hustlers," the beats, the rhymes, and the 40 ouncers. Alas, the tumultuous late 70’s, the disco movement, and the fact that we were 7 years old made it hard for the record buying public to relate. It was a tough time in our lives, but one on which I look back fondly and remember the rhymes, the ladies, the 40 jugs of OE, and what it was all about to be a microphone fiend. I'd like to give a big "WHATUP!!!" to all the true peeps that showed love to twins back in the day. Until the next review -- Word to your mother. |
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