One day, a young child decides to warn his family and friends that the evil trolls whose late grandfather used to tell him. At the moment, no one can believe what the child said, as he and his sister are sent to the mysterious town of Nilbog, where vegetable imps are chasing his family who are trying to turn them into plants, complicating things.
It is a marvel of ineptness, staging scene after scene of total implausibility without a single believable performance, and many lines of dialogue that pose an audacious disregard for coherence. What characterizes the film is a consistency in tone.
Even bad movies...usually stumble into a good moment or two or at least reveal a brief glimpse of the good intentions that led the filmmakers down the road to cinematic perfidy. Troll 2, however, is a disaster from start to finish.
No description of it can quite contain its misguided ludicrousness or the way its infinite and varied sins against the traits of good cinema combine to produce one of the most uproarious unintentional comedies ever made.
There are movies that are bad. There are movies that are so-bad-they're-good. And then there's Troll 2 -- a movie that's so bad that it defies comprehension.
Taking off in its own entirely misguided direction, it tells the story of an average (not to mention lousy-acting) American family that vacations in a town infested with Marty Allen clones who cause folks to sweat green chlorophyll and turn into trees.
