'Frogs' (1972) – George McCowan.

Ever since I was a tinky-tiny, rusk-wrangling Terror Tadpole, I was toadally obsessed with watching creepy-creaky, hopping mad horror flicks! And the monstrously mutated, blood-crazed batrachian berserkers in beloved 70s B-Movie cult 'Frogs' are sinisterly spawned from the diabolical depths of some especially grisly, green-hued inferno! The more terminally tweaked creature feature addicts are sure to have a bloody good slime with handsome horror hunk Sam Elliott's valiant crusade to rid these hatefully humid, vermin infested swamps of rabidly rampaging reptiles, and hideous hordes of malevolently marauding, man-eating amphibians!!!

Greatly undervalued Schlock impresario George McCowan's slitherously strange shocker 'Frogs' remains a freakishly animalistic, ferociously feral, doomily distempered creature feature that is, like, toadally jawsome, dude!!! This gorgeously grotty, massively macabre monster movie offers the truly grisly-minded, seriously splatter-chattering, gore-guzzling gourmand a terrifically tasteless terror treat to tantalize even the most degenerated palate! This is creepy crawly, celluloid carnage without peer, with an apocalyptically delirious dialectic, wherein this blood-curdlingly bugged-out B-Movie bonanza prognosticates the most delectably dreadful dooms for our morbidly polluted world, demonstratively delivering the grisly grindhouse goods to the more mentally corrupted celluloid connoisseur. But, take heed!!!! This 'aint no garden variety gore-flick, this is a toxicologically tripped-out, frequently flyblown, dramatically demented, genetically mistreated, midnight movie entertainment, deliriously imbued with a dangerously unfiltered, calamitous thematic kick like a slug to the head!!! 'Frogs' is a warts an all, when nature frights back, B-Movie classic, and heroically hunky he man Sam Elliott makes for a sweet-looking, death-dealing dream in sinfully skin-tight blue jeans!

'These fearsome frogs are Spawn To Be Wild!' - Weirdlingwolf.