Review: Leprechaun (1993)

Although Jennifer Aniston was actually pretty good, in this, her first feature film, the obvious star of the show is Warwick Davis who turns in a hilarious performance as the limerick-spouting killer.

Leprechaun is too long by about 15 minutes, but that's just me being picky. There's really not too much fat to trim: the plot dumps and getting-to-know-you crap is kept to a minimum, so we can spend more time with our new kiddie-bike ridin' friend.

Besides Davis, the other thing going for this flick are the kills: they are fun, just a bit gory, and each of them is a climax to a good, tight build-up. There's nothing worse in my eyes than not getting the payoff in a slasher flick, but Leprechaun delivers the goods.

I'm assuming many of you have caught this or one of it's siblings on cable, but if not, you should give it a rental for a mindless load of fun some night.