Judge David Johnson's last run-in with a wish-granting leprechaun ended in fire and tears.
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Last seen on USA's Up All Night, this bizarre comedy finally gets a DVD release courtesy of the blokes over at Troma.
Facts of the Case
Over at Middlevale High School, there's kid named Bill (Steven Cooke). By all social accounts, he's a loser. He's lonely, girl-free, berated as a towel boy, and consumed with recycling—and no, if you love recycling you're not a loser. He's been nursing a crush on Krissi Shackler (Lezlie McCraw), the hottest cheerleader in school. Just when he thinks he'll never get her to notice him, he stumbles upon the find of a lifetime: a leprechaun trapped in a beer bottle.
Lepkey the Leprechaun was trapped in the bottle by a goblin because he was an alcoholic and now has to grant three wishes to prove his sobriety and spring himself from his glass prison. High jinks, of course, ensue and Bill's wishes lead to a variety of awkward moments, not the least of which is the legendary Trapped in a Vagina sequence.
I've forgotten a lot of things throughout my 33-year-old life span. For example, after reconnecting with an old high school friend, we were reminiscing and he mentioned something about a time when he was over my house and apparently my brother fell out of a tree and sustained a serious injury. I had no recollection of that incident. The part in this movie when the kid shrinks and ends up in the panties of his girlfriend and desperately tries to claw his way out and inadvertently brings her to orgasm in the middle of her history class? That, I'll never forget.
I think I watched this movie with my idiot high school friends on USA's Up All Night (what a great show!). It was about a nerd and a leprechaun and, man, was it stupid—but stupid in a mildly amusing way, especially when you add like-minded friends to the viewing dynamic. I leapt at the chance to tackle this DVD. Was it to recapture a small fragment of nostalgia? Perhaps. But, mostly, I wanted to see if I had hallucinated that whole tiny-dude-in-a-forest-of-fake-pubic-hair sequence.
Nope—my recall was total. The movie's dumbness was intact, but the amusement was still there and, yep, here's this kid fighting through pieces of garden hose that's supposedly doubling as teenage pubic hair. And, wait, what's that liquid that's falling on his head?!?
That gloriously corny and surreal sequence aside—the set design looks about as vagina-like as a My Little Pony hairbrush under low magnification—the rest of Getting Lucky holds up surprisingly well, in that so-dumb-it's-great way. The budget is laughably small, which explains why Lepkey is in a bottle; obviously the fundraising wasn't there to superimpose a miniature man into the frames, so Bill walks around the whole time talking to an empty beer bottle. When we do see Lepkey, it's through "bottle-vision," which looks as realistic as "bottle-vision" sounds. These guys didn't have enough money even to film a high school basketball game, which we're instead forced to listen to on Bill's car radio while he drives through a dark parking lot.
The cheese factor is high, and so is the sleaze factor: an anonymous breast or two, more panty shots than a Victoria Secret catalog, the requisite gratuitous group shower scene and attempted date rape. Wait, no, that last one was just awkward and disturbing.
The no-frills Troma technical treatment is in play—low-quality full frame and 2.0 stereo audio—but the extras are decent. Director Michael Paul Girrard delivers a laid back but informative commentary—that's not a giant shower set Bill falls into but some guy's backyard Jacuzzi!—and on-set photographer Mark Adams provides another commentary over a slideshow of behind-the-scenes shots.
The Rebuttal Witnesses
As much as I have a soft spot for this foolishness, it has to be said: Getting Lucky might just have the most godforsaken original soundtrack ever committed to film. Doubt it? Just give a listen to the miniature golf ballad, "Your Heart Makes a Hole in One."
The acting and writing are terrible and the execution is cheap, but Getting Lucky is a bodacious example of Z-grade cornball schlock.
Exety lexety, fee fi fo filty, not guilty.
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