A group of hobgoblins, who allow you to live out your fantasies but kill you in the process, escape from a studio vault, and a security guard and his friends must stop them before dawn. Written by
Brendan Dillon <firstname.lastname@example.org>
The location for the film studio was a parking lot that was deserted at night. See more »
A pair of sunglasses hangs from the waistband of Daphne's skirt. They move from the left side to the right side throughout the scene. See more »
[Dennis is listening to his radio]
[takes off his headphones]
Hey! What gives?
You're being paid to work around here, not just sit around and blast your eardrums!
Hey, take it easy. I can do both.
[a phone rings, McCreedy answers]
Didn't you hear the phone ringing?
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PLEASE REMAIN SEATED UNTIL THE FILM COMES TO A COMPLETE STOP. See more »
If movies like Ghoulies rip off Gremlins, then Hobgoblins sinks to the new low of ripping off garbage like Ghoulies. These barely-animated furbies have some kind of scheme to fulfill fantasies (which involve basically groteque characters' sex dreams - oh joy), but what that has to do with anything is anybody's guess, except to let the director indulge his kinky penchant for erotica. They show this down in the 8th circle of Hell, one suspects. There's no real plot - just "goblins - kill!" and feeble attempts at humor and a mild attempt to arouse the viewing audience.
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