BlazeLime Strong and Moving!

Pacionsbo Absolutely Fantastic

Erica Derrick By the time the dramatic fireworks start popping off, each one feels earned.

Marva It is an exhilarating, distressing, funny and profound film, with one of the more memorable film scores in years,

Michael Ledo It appears pollution has caused critters (not just frogs) to become large and aggressive on an island. To add some kind of irony or meaning to the production our "bad guy" is a trophy hunter(Ray Milland) in a wheel chair. Pickett Smith is a photographer who comes to the island in what will be one of Sam Elliot's lest memorable role. TV actress Joan Van Ark reminds us why a generation was in love with bell bottoms.The premise of the film is inane. Animals die from pollution with frogs being one of the most susceptible in the food chain. And even if frogs did become hopping mad, an army of heavily armed frogs could not stand up to one kid with a pair of sneakers. Apparently the frogs are the masterminds directing the gators and snakes before becoming their snack.The film appears to be made for TV in spite of the rating, with credit phrases like "guest appearance." No horror factor involved. Many of the animal shots are stock footage.

a_chinn Two stars for the many scenes with a disgusting amount of live frogs and toads. If this film were to be remade by the SyFy channel today, I'm sure it would be filled with CGI frogs, but this film works because you know it's all real-life, icky, slimy, honest-to- goodness frogs. Ray Milland slums it and Sam Elliott and Joan Van Ark pays their dues.

rodrig58 Small lizards, big lizards, snakes of all colors, crocodiles, scorpions, tarantulas and many many frogs, they are ruling on an island and kill people. Typical American times, all the characters breathe under the sign of the Huge Frog. Nothing more natural and normal! Just a single tortoise, only one, unlike all the other creatures, seems peaceful. It's not Horror, neither Mystery nor Romance, it's just Boredom. Sam Elliott was supposed to start somewhere so... There is also a follow up, "Frogs!"(1993). If some of those animals are still live today, I'm convinced they are ashamed to have played in the movie...

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.