It follows the recipe...
Surprisingly well made, considering the limited hardware at hand, Gingerdead Man makes its way through the tropes of killer puppet films but doesn't try achieving the status of other popular slashers. This is a Full Moon Pictures production, runner-up studio in all things horror, and standards aren't set high. You already know the villain is a cookie, so expect this treat to crumble...
It’s a pastiche of the infinitely better Child’s Play and its most exploited imitation: Puppet Master, also by Full Moon and Charles Band. The Puppet Master franchise is, at this point, as shy on puppetry as Gingerdead Man is. In both cases, the practical effects are less than sufficient. It’s probably why horror was replaced by dark comedy in the first place.
This feels like fan fiction, and sometimes like an interminable inside joke dependent of a title. The best thing about it is the cast; not because they are impeccable, but because they’re entertaining enough to turn filler into sitcom dialogue. Gingerdead Man is a no-brainer with a silly monster and awkward surprises sprinkled across. It’s one for drinking games but has no rewatch value.