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DVD players from $136! Digital cameras, entertainment robots, phones & more! www.AbtElectronics.com FROGS (1972) What if nature - the birds, the lizards, the frogs - waged a war? And what if man were it’s enemy? And what if humankind were to lose that war? If there is one thing you will hear me say over and over is that the 70’s was the best era for film EVER. Forget all the computer graphic-bloated story-deprived over-budgeted blockbusters of today - and trust me, you’ll forget them soon enough - they are simply fodder for producers fantasies. The 70’s were such a volatile time politically and culturally that even horror movies were ripe with sociopolitical agenda. Consider the sub-genre of the nature revenge films like: The Day of the Animals; Willard; Food of the Gods; Sssssss! Squirm, Piranha, and of course Frogs (there were a glut of similar paperback novels as well). All of these films had themes of man tampering with nature, be it through chemical experimentation, or pollution, and then ultimately paying the price for what he’d done. They also reflected how we Americans had gotten so comfy with our Jetson’s style easy instant living that we never took the time to look around and see what it was doing to the environment, until it was seemingly too late. Ray Milland plays the stubbornly old wheelchair bound multi-millionaire brat, who just so happens to be the personification of the evil side of man. His factories have made him a wealthy man without a spot of guilt over all the pollutants they pump into the air and water. The one thing that he hates, though, is frogs, and he dispatches his grounds keepers to rid his island paradise of them by using toxic sprays. He wants his island to be a place of relaxation, a place of safety. Boy is he in for a surprise. The miserable old codger surrounds himself with family members so needy for attention, and a cut of his fortunes, that they will endure the old patriarch’s condescending insults, and an almost childish need for a Fourth of July slash birthday party extravaganza complete with fireworks and birthday music. Then comes the good stranger to the lands. Sam Elliot is a freelance photographer doing a pictorial for an eco-magazine on the polluted swamp lands that surround the old mans island. Ironically his simple canoe that he tours the swamps in is capsized by a sooped up modern motorboat, driven by one of the old mans drunken kin. Joan Van Ark (whose bizarrely tiny outfits seem to have come from a toddler’s clothing store), is also on board the gas guzzling motorboat. She makes eyes with the photographer and apologizes for her brother’s antics, inviting the waterlogged Elliot to dry off at the mansion. It soon becomes evident that something is not right on the island. The guests complain that the incessant croaking of the frogs is driving them mad from lack of sleep. But they don’t know the half of it. All sorts of creepy crawling creatures, snakes, crocs, bugs, frogs seem to be squirming about in the underbrush, and are slowly slithering their way towards the mansion with an apparent agenda. It’s not long before the victims start croaking themselves (sorry!). The director, George McCowan, fills this movie with moments of quiet suspense. There are no leaping frogs that decapitate young nubile victims. There are no thrashing alligators that roar and leap out of water with amazing dexterity. Instead McCowan trains the camera on the steady movement of the creatures, as they slowly advance on their unsuspecting prey. The “attack” scenes are hushed and unhurried, even the screams of the suffering victims are silenced. One particularly excruciating scene has a man slowly and methodically being covered with yards and yards of spider webs as dozens of spiders scamper over him. Eech! What the director should mostly be rewarded for, though, is his use of REAL creatures. Seeing all those real frogs and spiders and gators does make your skin crawl. No contemporary film that I know of, with all it’s CGI wonderments, could ever pull off such creepiness. 1 2 next page->
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