Puppet Master: The Littlest Reich

A reasonably competent, mildly amusing monster mash.

Puppet Master: The Littlest Reich brings puppet carnage and mayhem to insane new heights, unafraid to break every single taboo along their quest to fulfill their Fuhrer's bidding.

The Littlest Reich is not just a clockwork puppet slasher, but a gleeful gore movie situated somewhere between Peter Jackson's Dead Alive and Troma.

The Littlest Reich is no Shoah but it does play around in the slop of real-life genocide and that makes it strangely transgressive. If you're in the right mood -- not too self-serious -- you'll get off on its vengeful payback.

Sadly more boring than offensive despite its superficially controversial high-concept premise.

It's got puppets, it's got gore. Who could ask for anything more?

A film so deliciously silly and outrageously inappropriate that it's impossible not to be carried along by its madness.

World War III begins on your toy shelf.

The franchise reboot is gross and guileless, a romp through B-movie mayhem with zero apologies. Consider yourself warned.

Deliciously off-kilter, made with love and affection for the genre its joins admirably.