I don’t how my stoner friends and I missed this one back in the ’90s, but I never heard of Troll 2 until now. My friend and editor Natasha Vargas-Cooper went to SxSW this year, where the highlight was Best Worst Movie, a documentary by the child star of Troll 2 (who grew up mighty cute!) about the massive cult following the show has picked up since its straight-to-the-bargain-VHS-bin release in 1990.
The thing about so-bad-they’re-good movies is that a lot of them really aren’t. I mean, they have their gut-bustingly hilarious moments, the ones that you rewind and watch over and over again until your face literally hurts from laughing. But all too often those moments are strung out between rambling, nonsensical scenes that are just boring. It’s why MST3K — and its sucessor, RiffTrax — are so much fun, because they make those boring moments funny too with a never-ending stream of snark. Trust me, I’ve seen Manos: The Hands of Fate without Joel, Crow, and Tom Servo’s commentary. Is it a terrible movie? Undoubtedly. But it’s not actually that much fun to watch.
Troll 2 looks to be the real thing, though: Hilariously awful throughout. It’s probably because it had a budget of about $60, and the director and crew were Italians who spoke almost no English. The screenwriters were too, hence: dialogue that never makes a lick of sense.
Apparently Generation Y is turning this into their Rocky Horror Picture Show, with midnight screenings and re-enactments. Good for them!