What can you say for a horror series that aspires to the cinematic brilliance of the Leprechaun franchise? (Very little.)Offering way too much overbaked romance than any low-rent horror sequel ever should, Wishmaster 4: The Prophecy Fulfilled has a few goopy gore scenes to keep the freaks happy (freaks like me) but the movie as a whole is an outright bore. Fans of the series (if indeed there even are any) may delight in the Wishmaster’s trademark of ironic gore, yet the good parts are way too few and irritatingly far between.
For his fourth adventure, our soul-seeking genie inhabits the body of a young lawyer. (From evil demon to human attorney doesn’t seem that far of a stretch.) He quickly falls in love with the lovely Lisa, a gal who’s spent the past few years nursing her crippled boyfriend into a fervor of hateful self-pity. Acting as the couple’s attorney (and through use of his eeeevil magic), the genie earns the duo a $10 million settlement and even cures the guy’s broken spine! But as anyone familiar with this low-rent series could tell you, the Wishmaster’s gifts come at a decidedly unsavory price.
Basically, you should never mention the word “wish” in this genie’s presence. One ill-fated gal wishes for ‘killer sex’ and pays dearly, while several other dolts end up skewered, transformed, or bloody. All this in the name of love.
Yes, I said ‘love’ since by this third sequel it seems that our nefarious genie is in the mood for some other-worldly affection. The allegedly merciless villain goes gaga for his leading lasy, and much of Act III is spent watching a surprisingly heartsick creature weep, whine, and moan. Trust me, this makes an inevitably stupid movie all the more stupid.But then again, I missed Wishmaster 3, so odds are that this one's a great flick and I simply have no idea what I'm talking about. (Ha.)