Last night I went rogue. I abandoned the safety of Shlock night and threw in a dusting copy of Hell Comes to Frogtown (plot summary). *(It seems extremely important to note the star of this movie is none other than The Rowdy Roddy Piper. If you were born outside of the eighties that reference is probably completely lost to you. However, all the wonderful over-the-top moves of the WWF (that’s right, before the WWE) are not lost in this heaping pile of shlock.) Suprising myself I spent the first 20 minutes in good laughter as supposedly undersexed women (Spangle and Centinella) fawn over one of “the last remaining remaining fertile men on earth.” The movie is alive with puns and freely pokes fun at itself. Though I don’t think anyone ever thought about taking this one seriously.

Hell Comes to Frogtown
Once the frogs show up, it all goes… badly, but not without a few laughs. There are definitely no surpises here, no amazing special effects (Centinella’s gun isn’t even firing bullets at one point, just noises), and everything you’re waiting for to happen does (in more of a PG-13 than R way though). There are plenty of tidbits to look for, like the member of the harem who is without underwear and when the scriptwriters forgot about his “range sensitive chastity belt.” And oh yeah, it’s rife with Star Wars rip offs. In fact I’m not so sure this wasn’t the rejected script. Let’s see a scantily clad prisoner lady, led around by a neck chain, while large fat gree blobish frogs argue over her. Nope, never ever heard of that one before.
I’m sure there is a lot (?) more to be taken away from this one if you aren’t flying solo with it. However, it was never painful, and I quite often found myself laughing at the absurdity of it. I have few reservations about recommending this one with the slightly ironic caveat that you can’t expect much from it.
3/5 Blue Balls

