I’ve done a few of these Great Horror Performance columns over the years and I’ve used them mostly to highlight a performance that I thought was great and also under the radar. But for this year, I want to highlight Warwick Davis in Leprechaun, mostly to say thank you to him for a performance that has brought me demonstrative joy ever since the summer of 1993.
I didn’t see Leprechaun in theaters because I was too young and I couldn’t get my parents to go with me. So when it came out on video, I was all over it. But for a while I couldn’t find a copy at my local Blockbuster or Family Video. Eventually the film premiered on cable pay-per-view and I asked my dad if I could watch it. Knowing how badly I wanted to see this movie, he agreed and I sat there and watched it with him and my sister one night. It remains one of my fondest viewing memories. I soon realized how silly the movie was (the ads led you to believe it was more scary than it turned out to be) and I was in stitches watching Warwick Davis’ titular performance as he wreaked havoc over a small town. I taped the movie off of pay-per-view (I rented it again to do so -- that was like a week’s allowance right there) and that cassette became a staple of virtually every sleepover in 1993 and 1994. The movie PLAYED every time I showed it to someone new.