'Trog' (1970) – Freddie Francis.

It lives below a stinking bog, Trog stays alive stuffing fresh human meat in its gob!' The screen has never before witnessed the frightful sight of this terrible troglodyte! Trog stars austere sex siren, Joan Crawford, British horror icons, Thorley Walters, Michael Gough, Euro-cult legend, David Warbreck, and is ably directed by Hammer Films maestro, Freddie Francis. Blindly traversing an ancient fissure, plucky pot-holers disturb the murky subterranean habitat of some rageful, light-phobic primeval horror!!! Freddie Francis's contemplative shocker about a retrograde, half-man, half-ape, cave dwelling cryptid is, perhaps, the primitive ancestor to Neil Marshall's contemporary tectonic terror-scape 'The Descent'.

Oft lampooned, this amiable Brit-Horror throwback is a hoot, festooned with especially quotable exchanges! 'What's on the menu for, Trog?' 'Fish & Lizards!' Aye! The breakfast of champions! Some horror fans share miserable Murdoch's (Michael Gough) view that 70s treat Trog is 'Poppycock!!! Insane nonsense!!!' But I sincerely feel that Brit-horror's missing link still merits study! Admittedly rudimentary in execution, what 'Trog' lacks in sophistication is warmly compensated by prodigious charm. Nattily attired superstar, Joan Crawford, is weirdly endearing as earnest anthropologist Dr. Brockton, and grouchy Michael Gough is enormous fun as the irascible, hypertensive Trog-hater Murdoch. The prehistoric mise en scène is occasionally sluggish, but Trog remains a sublime psychotronic B-Horror artifact, and John Scott's score is objectively wonderful.