Woof. I love trash, and silly horror sequels, and nonsense, but this might just be a bit too much for even me. There's a story that seems like you can track it, but from scene to scene there's very little logic. Everything moves at a glacial pace, the performances are low-energy, and the rap is so bad.
Not that anyone was expressly going to see the 5th Leprechaun movie for the rap, but if it was good, there would be…
Rachel (Natasha Rothwell) stepping out of a speeding 'Just Married' golf cart, mid-drift, slugging from a bottle of wine, to have it out with her fiancé is such an amazing moment that I raised my rating from 2.5 stars to 3.
Bear with me for a moment while I imagine what it was like to pitch Prodigy to investors:
"What if Hannibal Lecter from Silence of the Lambs was ... a kid! But wait! So this kid killed her own mom! How messed up is that?! So she's in a gov't research think tank, like from Firestarter, but they wanna cut her open cuz, get this, she's not just like Hannibal Lecter from Silence of the Lambs, she's also kinda like…
This movie is actually kind of great, with winning performances and a bouncy, breezy story. The worst thing is Matilda herself, played by a man (Gary Morgan) in a hideous and unsettling kangaroo suit, who communicates via kazoo hoots added in post production.
I cannot stress this enough: Looking into Matilda's eyes is terrifying. Bone chilling. When Ernie Hudson says "I've seen shit that'll turn you WHITE!" in Ghostbusters, he MUST be talking about Matilda's eyes.
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