I was entertained by Rowdy Roddy Piper in They Live. Enough that I’ve seen the movie several times. Hell Comes to Frogtown won’t get the same number of rewatches, but it was fun.
The premise is as simple as it is ridiculous. Some time after a nuclear war, 2/3 of the men are dead and most of the population is sterile. Sam Hell (Piper) is the most virile and potent man on the planet, leaving a trail of pregnant women wherever he goes. He’s forcible recruited by what’s left of the government to rescue a group of fertile women kidnapped by mutants and dragged off to Frogtown (where the mutant lives).
Piling 1980s post-apocalypse B-movie cliché on top of 1980s post-apocalypse B-movie cliché, plus an exploding male chastity belt, it wasn’t just fun, it was hilarious. I spent a lot of time laughing during the movie, and not usually for the reasons the movie wanted me to. The costuming was pretty awesome for the “frogs” though.
A shoestring budget for the time, over-acted, barely directed, filmed on substandard equipment, and edited with a chainsaw. But the Frog costumes are glorious. And the unintentional one-liners land when you don’t expect them to.
“Eat lead, froggies!”
And be well, everyone.
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