Troll 2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1990
- 95 min
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(man) Peter was a courageous boy,
but that dawn he could feel fear
stick to his skin like dew on leaves.
The fog was thick enough
to make him lose his way home.
Then he began to hear strange noises
coming from the depths of the forest.
He noticed a presence,
small shadows that seemed to giggle
as they followed in his footsteps.
- (boy) Who were they, Grandpa?
- Cruel, deformed forest dwellers,
haughty creatures,
spiteful and impudent.
They are the vengeful and evil goblins -
the little people of the night.
What did they want with him?
What did Peter do to the goblins?
That's the point. Goblins don't
need to justify their cruel acts.
They are evil creatures.
But let me go on, please.
OK. I won't interrupt you any more.
To make a long story short,
Peter started to run and run
and run.
(grunting and grumbling)
Poor Peter remained on the ground
unconscious for a long time.
Finally, when he opened his eyes,
he saw in front of him,
just a few inches away from him...
A goblin?
She was a lovely girl
with huge eyes the colour of the sea.
She looked at him kindly,
her expression full of love.
Peter immediately fell in love with her.
She caressed him and offered him
something to eat and drink.
The strange concoction
she offered him was delicious.
Peter ate and drank
without ever taking his eyes off her.
He was bewitched by that gaze,
and it was that look that deceived him.
I bet it was a goblin in disguise.
Those evil creatures can transform
themselves into flesh and blood people,
whenever and however they want.
You're making a mistake, Grandpa.
You said they can.
You should have said they could,
or what kind of fairy tale is it?
They can. They can.
Goblins still exist.
Your Grandpa Seth is telling you.
And... how did Peter end up?
He began to feel ill, very ill.
He was sweating chlorophyll green.
- (boy) Green?
- That's right.
The colour of the goblins.
The colour of sap.
Then she appeared to him
as she really was -
horrible and mocking.
Changed into what?
Half man, half plant.
The goblins' favourite food.
Food? Don't tell me
they ate him, Grandpa!
That's exactly what happened,
with a voracity
that has no equal on Earth.
What are you doing still up, Josh?
Grandpa Seth was telling me a sto...
(sighs)
Still telling the same story, Josh?
I know, Mommy. I told you
But, you see, it's not a dream for me.
I see him in front of me
and he's so real.
He tells me stories, just like before.
Grandpa Seth has been gone for over
six months now. You were at the funeral.
I know it was very difficult for you.
It was also very difficult for your
father, Holly and me, his daughter.
He was an amazing man.
Grandpa Seth has remained
in all our hearts,
but you must banish him
from your mind.
- Remember what the doctor said?
- Of course.
Grandpa Seth is just an invention
of my subconscious.
That's right.
- But he's so real...
- That's enough. Try to go to sleep.
We're going on a vacation tomorrow.
A month in the country will do us
all good. Good night, dear.
- Good night, dear.
- Mom?
- Yes?
- Do goblins exist?
No, dear. They don't exist.
Now, try to go to sleep.
(man) Yeah, John. That's Nilbog,
right. Spell it? N-l-L-B-O-G.
We'll be gone around a month.
Can you take care
of that business while we're gone?
Yeah? That's great. OK.
See ya, John. All right, bye.
- Are the kids sleeping?
- No. They're more awake than we are.
They're probably excited about the trip.
Do you know how many people
live in Nilbog?
- No. How many?
- 26, including the Presents.
- Isn't that wonderful?
- Come on to bed.
Just think, we'll be living like
our ancestors did.
Yeah, we'll be peasants and farmers,
just like people did a century ago.
- Hey, what's the matter?
He's still seeing Grandpa Seth.
When I was a kid,
I had an imaginary playmate.
It wasn't your dead grandfather.
It'll end. This trip will make him
forget about your father.
- Michael?
- Yeah?
Who are the goblins?
The goblins? (laughs)
(tapping)
(laughter)
- Sh! You fell! What a jerk!
- He pointed the light right at me!
Goblins don't exist. Goblins
don't exist. Goblins don't exist.
(screeches)
Elliot!
What kind of idiotic joke is this?
You scared the sh*t out of me.
I'm the victim of a nocturnal rapture.
I have to release my lowest instincts
with a woman.
Release your instincts in the bathroom!
- Are you trying to turn me into a homo?
- It wouldn't be too hard.
If my father discovers you here,
he'd cut off your little nuts and eat them.
He can't stand you!
And... And you?
I like you.
But my family doesn't like you.
They say you spend
way too much time with your friends.
Oh, oh, but I swear I never see them.
- How long is this gonna take?
- We're sick of waiting.
Won't you come to Tonino's,
Holly, for some pizza?
Hey, these are cute!
(all complain)
- Do you see?
- What's wrong with having friends?
Nothing, if you wanna
remain a virgin for life.
You take them to bed with you,
and I don't believe in group sex.
Is your family
going on vacation tomorrow?
- Yes.
- I'll come with you?
OK, I'll tell my father
you're coming with us.
- Where are we going?
- Nilbog.
A wonderful half-empty town.
It's an exchange.
A family from the country is coming here
and we're going to live in their house.
Oh, Elliot, it will be wonderful.
You and me, in the woods.
This time, we'll be able
to be together for sure.
And my boys?
If you bring them,
OK. I'm going now and I'll tell them.
I'll see you tomorrow morning?
- At eight on the dot.
- OK.
- Elliot?
- Yeah.
- Alone?
- Of course.
I'll see you tomorrow morning.
Finally!
Please don't do this, Holly.
We could have waited
another 15 minutes.
I'm sure he would've come.
We left at 9.30,
an hour and a half off schedule.
- We never saw a sign of your beau.
- Elliot's not my beau.
He's my boyfriend.
He told me last night that he loves me
and that he wanted to come
with my family.
- Evidently he preferred his friends to you.
- That's not true.
Yes, it is. Listen to reason.
Elliot is a good-for-nothing.
Stop it, both of you.
I have no intention of having
my vacation ruined just for this.
I never liked that kid. I never did.
I'm the one who has to like him, Dad.
Me, alone.
Stop it, please!
Joshua, start singing. Come on.
Sing that song I like so much.
- I don't feel like singing, Mom.
- Just sing.
Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
life is but a dream
Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
life is but a dream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
life is but a dream
Where the hell is Nilbog?
It's not even marked on the map.
It's gotta be there somewhere.
Just look closer, dudes.
Here it is, but it's just a speck.
- Sure it's full of beautiful girls?
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