I have seen Eraserhead . I have seen The Holy Mountain . I have never been as confused as I was during the scene where a grandpa ghost shows up to hand Joshua a bologna sandwich as a weapon. What makes Troll 2 legendary isn’t just one flaw—it’s a perfect storm of three.
Five stars. Zero quality. Infinite joy.
Claudio Fragasso actually thought he was making a terrifying horror film. He wanted to criticize vegetarianism and American consumerism. He wanted to scare children. The fact that he created a slapstick comedy about haunted corn and magical cold cuts is not irony—it’s alchemy. His utter sincerity is the fuel that makes the fire burn so bright. Troll 2 doesn’t get the "Worst Movie Ever" crown from me as an insult. It is a celebration. In an era of polished, focus-grouped, algorithm-approved blockbusters, Troll 2 is a beautiful, screaming reminder that someone, somewhere, had a vision. That vision was broken, badly executed, and completely insane—but it was a vision . troll 2