- #GARBAGE PAIL KIDS MOVIE MOVIE#
- #GARBAGE PAIL KIDS MOVIE PATCH#
- #GARBAGE PAIL KIDS MOVIE FULL#
- #GARBAGE PAIL KIDS MOVIE SERIES#
The magician’s shop assistant is a precocious wimp named Dodger (always good to name kids after baseball teams these days, I plan to name mine Cubs and Mariners) who’s being hounded by an adult gang for his lunch money (?), and who likes one of the gang girls in return (?).
It suggests that the GPK are both from outer space and also some sort of ancient curse.
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Where they come from, no one knows, and the movie even waffles on that point.
#GARBAGE PAIL KIDS MOVIE FULL#
The basic - REALLY basic - story is that there’s a retired magician (Anthony Newley, the only competent actor in this disaster) who keeps an antique shop and is the guardian of a garbage pail full of obviously-not-inspired-by- Gremlins freaks. We have Valorie Vomit (who only upchucks once, for shame), the eyeball-eating Ali Gator, ’50s thug Greaser Greg, always-peeing Nat Nerd, Windy Winston (who makes up for Valorie by farting nonstop), mucousy Messy Tessie, and the big baby Foul Phil. They even wussed out with the seven selected GPK, all of which are just sort of icky and none even suggestive of the infamous death-n-demise that ran rampant through the card series. Maybe it’s smarter and more subversive than I realize, but I can’t help but think that any GPK fan would’ve been very let down to see their favorite cards be traded in for cheap slapstick gags and horrible voice dubbing. Instead, there’s this weird middling process going on through the film it’s capable of some surprisingly black comedy and adult themes, but mostly shoots for a kiddy attitude that follows a completely nonsensical plot. They could’ve easily gone with the ultra-dark R-rating, flagging at least a couple dozen unsupervised children who slipped into the theater for permanent psychosis, or they could’ve really lovied these things up and gone the Care Bears route. There are many problems - such as the terrible GPK costumes that were just huge heads on small actors that only allowed for two mouth positions - but the biggest of which is that the actual cards had no real backstory to them, no greater plot, just individual vignettes of cheery woe and vomit. Kind of charming, in its own way, but also tedious, weird, and (to pull a phrase off of my report card) “does not live up to potential.”
#GARBAGE PAIL KIDS MOVIE PATCH#
Right before the makers of Cabbage Patch Kids sued Topps for copyright infringement ( which actually happened), filmmakers capitalized off of the fleeting success of the cards and spun out a movie that just trips over its feet again and again trying to find its footing. You really can’t believe how vile some of the cards got - electrocution, scalping, cannibalism, mutilations, every bodily liquid spewing, Celine Dion - but it was okay, because all of the kids smiled no matter what. Each card in a Garbage Pail Kids pack featured a (usually alliteratively-titled) kid, who’s name would pair up with the picture to spotlight an obvious deformity, accident, death or other misfortune.
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Joe, but every boy I knew at least horded a pack or two somewhere from their parents, ready to pull them out and impress friends, royalty, and - you never know, but he’s a guy, so it can’t be ruled out - the Pope.Ĭapitalizing off the crazy success of the cutsie Cabbage Patch Dolls that were all the rage, in 1985 the Topps company came out with a pseudo-parody series of cards/stickers that were everything the adorable CPD were not: gross, nasty, morbid, sick, and absolutely cool. Okay, maybe not more than Transformers or G.I. The GPK were just about one of the greatest fads of the ’80s for kids, and that is saying a LOT. It’s one of my strangely happy memories from that time, looking through friends’ card collections and feeling like I was looking at something borderline risqué. So naturally, all of us kids in the 1980s were irresistibly drawn to the grotesque world of Garbage Pail Kids trading cards. Justin’s review: There’s nothing more alluring than the taboo of a pop culture fad that your parents forbid you, in no uncertain terms, upon the pain of death and grounding, from participating in. Justin’s rating: Just call me “Disgustin’ Justin”