hackraytex I saw this movie in a theater in 1972 and I have to say that in a darkened theater, the fear level is multiplied several times over. Fast forward 45 years and the intensity is still there.Two things are clear from all of it. One of the rules of survival in a horror movie, tongue in cheek, is to never go off alone. Almost everyone who got nailed did exactly that. It is also clear that a lot of these people's characters had not spent much time in the woods, let alone a swamp.I call myself a conservationist which is an environmentalist with common sense. This movie makes a case for sensible conservation by using the absurd. We have come a long way from when no one took seriously the problems caused by pollution, trashing the landscape, and abusive use of pesticides. We are the better for it. We who are Christians are taught that it is our responsibility to care for the animals and the landscape but we also have to balance it with the needs of humanity. This movie is a wake up call to how careless pollution and trashing the landscape is detrimental to all of us.It also appears to me that this movie may have been the inspiration to the hit series "Zoo". Also, the producers clearly learned from the master Roger Corman. You should try to watch this one if you get the chance.

Stinky Lomax If any film deserves the right to have its name in the dictionary under the definition of B-Movie, it's the 1972 horror epic 'Frogs'.The plot, of course, is of only cursory relevance. But for the sake of those who give a flying proverbial, it follows the story of disabled millionaire Jason Crockett, played by Oscar-winner(!) Ray Milland, and his be-flared family who live in a palatial mansion somewhere in the swamps of Okefenokee. They are partial to a bit of careless pollution. The titular Frogs take offence to this kind of behaviour. So they wage war upon the Crocketts, and all who associate with their frog-hating kind.But you don't really want to hear about that. What you want to hear about are the meticulous production values that mark out this film as a seminal example of the genre.Gasp in amazement as you see a man in a wheelchair pull a revolver on a snake which is hanging from a chandelier. I say 'hanging', but what I really mean is 'being held by a human hand'. I know this because I can see it. Watch through your fingers as another man stumbles into a greenhouse, closes the door behind him, then fails to notice as a score of lizards (somehow) follow him inside to loiter around menacingly amongst plant pots on shelves. See how they knock over open bottles vaguely labelled 'Poison'. Shudder as the man chokes to death on the fumes. Howl in terror as seagulls swoop down on a garden to scare some protagonists - not because breadcrumbs fly across the screen in an effort to lure them. No. Definitely not. Then scream for your life as another man wrestles an alligator which has had its mouth taped shut.And all the while, the Frogs look on; leering at the mayhem they have caused without having to take a single human life themselves, because the Frogs rain down their justice with the most chilling power of all: telekinesis.Frogs: you'll croak. To death.

Dan Franzen (dfranzen70) Folks, I have been busily working on the site so that it's easier to find stuff. I'm doing this for you. Well, you and me. Okay, me. Mostly me.But last night I caught a movie I gotta tell you all about. It's called Frogs (1972), and it stars Ray Milland, Sam Elliott, and Joan Van Ark. Kind of an eclectic cast right there. And, as you may have surmised, it's about frogs. And a whole bunch of other critters, too.See, there's this remote island in the middle of a big lake. Jason Crockett is a mean, miserable, wheelchair-bound coot who rules his plantation-style home with an iron fist. He's surrounded by family and servants and all this dadblasted nature all over the place, with no other humans on the island. A freelance photographer named Pickett Smith, taking pictures in a canoe in the lake, finds himself capsized when a speedboat driven by Crockett's son Clint bum rushes him in the water. The soggy lensman is brought to the stately manor to dry, and Old Man Crockett takes a liking to him, somewhat begrudgingly.In a plot that has a passing resemblance to Agatha Christie's And Then There Were None (and countless other movies, come to think of it), people start dying in rather gruesome ways - strangulation by snake, spider bite, poisoning - and we're led to believe that it's the frogs, the ribbeting frogs, who are behind this nefarious plot. Mother Nature's fighting back, says Smith. And how! Milland, who was in such classics as Dial M for Murder, Lost Weekend, and The Uninvited, appears to have fallen on hard times - although he wouldn't be the only one. The early 1970s were a time when former stars resorted to low budget horror movies, like Joan Crawford in Trog or Veronica Lake in Flesh Feast. Milland is basically a Lionel Barrymore clone here. Smith is played by Sam Elliott in his starring debut (he'd appeared in a quick scene in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid), and he's a lot like the Sam Elliott we all know and love - the quiet, soft-spoken type. This is Young Sam Elliott, so he's shirtless there and again. Clint, the bully-like son, is played by Adam Roarke, who so often turned up in biker movies of the late 1960s and early 1970s, often to tangle with Jack Nicholson in loud pants. He's wisely drunk most of this movie. Playing Clint's kindly and lascivious sister Karen is Joan Van Ark in her film debut. Van Ark and Elliott make a nice couple, too.The acting isn't terribly good, but neither is the story. Sentient frogs? Okay. What about sentient lizards who know to knock over large beakers helpfully labeled "poison" so that someone trapped inside with no ventilation will die? Or - and I swear I am not making this up - windy, willowy branches of one of those large swamp trees found in the Louisiana bayous that intentionally wrap themselves around an unsuspecting biped? Why, it won't matter if you have a boat, either - because iguanas will chew right through your tow line just to mess you up. They do not mess around, these fellas.There's even a scene of birds attacking, an homage to or ripoff of The Birds. But the film was so low budget that the birds were actually stock footage superimposed on the rest of the film. Looks so realistic.So, okay. Dawn of the Planet of the Apes, this isn't. A waste of a decent cast, this is. This is one campy movie that probably needed more camp to make it worth your while. At least they tried to make the frogs look sinister.

giftofaidan I thought it was great...for what it was. But, isn't that the appeal?? It kept me involved the WHOLE time!I see myself, and my little ones, laughing and watching this again! It kept us on our toes and on bated breath for the duration of the film. Watch this tonight! You won't be sorry. Unless you are one of the ones on the island. Nature always wins. The turtle was fierce. The plants behaved badly.Was I the only one that thought chickie looked weird in that monosuit at the beginning of the movie??? Um, the moss was a real treat. I thought I was seeing things at first lol.