Six words: Gary Busey is the Gingerdead Man. Picture it: Busey dressed up in a gingerbread man costume, hacking, slashing and making pastry-based puns along the way. You can’t imagine the amount of money we would have paid to see that. Actually, you probably could have imagined it (it’s less than a dollar). That’s just the beginning of this bore fest.
Well Gary Busey is the Gingerdead Man, kind of. Gary only appears in the movie’s first five minutes as the world’s worst robber: He enters a diner, riffles through the cash register but takes no money, shoots people instead, gets caught and, in the end, is sent to the electric chair. So what we get from then on is a very, very describable awful puppet voiced by Gary Busey. Apparently the stories get worse, somehow, for some reason his mom bakes his cremated remains and thous you have the perfect recipe for the worst horror monster ever baked.
As you can guess by the title, yeah it not horrifying at all. Heck, it’s badness it not even enjoyable at all. The most pathetic attempt to make pastry scary ever. I mean even when the gingerbread man has a rifle (you read that right) it’s that unconvincing. I thought about giving this a 10% percent, that was until the ending when the main hero eats the gingerbread man and than says, “Got Milk”. I’m not making this stuff up, you can type it in YouTube.
Stay away from this, it doesn’t fit in the so bad it’s good category. This horror movie brings the horror in horrifyingly bad movie.