Where can a franchise go after it’s been to space AND the ‘Hood?? Fresh off the shelved reboot of Toxic Avenger comes another chestnut getting dusted off and zazzed up by Peter Dinklage.
Dinklage plays Sean, a struggling actor and birthday clown who is tired of children making fun of his diminutive size and casting directors using CG to shrink performers of normal height instead of hiring him for movie roles for little people. After a particularly rowdy group of tweens dump him into the birthday cake and then the pool at a party he is working in Beverly Hills he is escorted to the rest room in the basement to clean up by the host, a hotshot Hollywood producer. Sean decides to shoot his shot in an attempt to make a connection for possible work, but is interrupted by a phone call the host takes, and is inadvertently locked in the basement by him as he exits on his call.
While waiting for someone to remember that he is locked in there he realizes that the basement contains memorabilia from cinema’s history, and Sean begins to look around. While marveling at what appears to be a natural latex fleshlight cast from Mae West’s vagina he accidentally knocks into an pot containing gold coins, spilling them everywhere, and unwittingly releasing the spirit of the Leprechaun (Warwick Davis). At first the evil imp is prepared to kill the interloper who disturbed his rest, but when he sees Sean he mistakes him for his long-lost son, Leprechad, and embraces him instead.
Now Sean must decide- continue to struggle through central casting or take up the mantle of Leprechad and murder and orgy his way across the Valley alongside Leprechaun.