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Thursday, April 16, 2015
Short Attention Span Review: Frogs (1972)
Frogs is silly, but that probably doesn't need to be said. It's a movie called Frogs, after all. No one should expect high art from a film about killer amphibians. Surprisingly, Ray Milland was available for this flick, and he's joined by actors like Sam Elliot and Adam Roarke in a campy spectacle that takes itself a bit too seriously to be as fun as it probably should have been. It's still entertaining so long as you like cheese more than you like wine, but in spite of a ludicrous premise and some less-than-inspired writing, this isn't one of those "so bad it's good" laugh-riots that I frequently recommend. No, it's kooky, but it's also a bit somber and some might even find Frogs to be rather dull. I enjoyed it largely because I'm a sucker for stuff like this and I liked Sam Elliott's super-cool approach to playing the lead. Milland might get top billing, but Sam's the hero. He makes it look easy--dude is every bit as chill when he has to do battle with pissed off water moccasins as you or I would be while making a sandwich. Though the title might lead you to expect an avalanche of frogs wreaking havoc, that's only a small slice of the pie. Members of the cast also fall prey to spiders, snakes, lizards, turtles, and alligators along the way. Apparently someone thought Frogs was a more inspiring title than Swamp Creatures on the Rampage. The frogs do act as upper management while man suffers for his crimes against the environment and their ghastly croaking could easily be mistaken for the film's score. Yes, it's another eco-friendly fright flick from the 70s (I love those!) as well as a man vs. nature throwdown (I love those too!), so the fact that I have a soft spot for this oddity should come as no surprise.
Final Grade: C
Killer frogs? Sam Elliott ain't go no time for that.