I should have known from the start that anything that proudly proclaimed it was from the writer/director of Leprechaun would not exactly be a classic of cinema - but I expected it to be at least entertaining.

Triloquist is the story of a living ventriloquist's dummy that, for a change, is not evil. Or maybe he is. Or maybe he's not. Or maybe he's just so wildly inconsistent - one moment mewling about being pressured into killing by his ventriloquist, the next taking decided pleasure in torturing and killing a guy who's just in the wrong place at the wrong time - that the movie doesn't seem to be able to decide for itself.

The boxcover hoopla claims the movie is both scarier and funnier than Leprechaun, but for my money I'm going to have to stick with the guy in green - and that's saying something, considering the quality of Leprechaun. Triloquist just isn't scary, and it isn't funny. In fact, it's not much of anything.