Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Frogs (1972)
Director: George McCowan (Fantasy Island (T.V.), Charlie's Angels (T.V.))
Writer: Robert Hutchison (Outside In and Frogs...that's his entire resume)
Starring: Sam Elliot (Roadhouse, Tombstone); Ray Milland (Dial M for Murder, Rich Man, Poor Man); Joan Van Ark (Dallas, Knots Landing)
What can be less menacing than a frog? When was the last time you looked at a frog with anything but optimism? Have you ever seen a frog hopping toward you and thought, "Oh, shit! Here comes a frog--run!" Apparently frogs were scary back in 1972. Actually, the frogs never really do anything aggressive at all, even though Sam Elliott says, "Frogs attacking windows, snakes hanging from chandeliers...what's next?" The frogs weren't attacking the windows, they were pretty much just leaning against them. In fact, the frogs are more like the pigs in Animal Farm than anything...they sit around looking bored while all the other reptiles (and some spiders) attack the people (and before you jump in my shit, yes I know frogs are amphibians). Seriously, has anyone in history ever been scared by a frog? Maybe Ramses back when Moses brought the hordes upon Egypt...but since then...not so much.
The premise is pretty cut & dry: Sam Elliott's a free-lance photographer who's floating around some island in the Everglades (I'm assuming...it's never really revealed where exactly they are) taking photos of the wildlife and the pollution. His canoe gets swamped by rich boy Clint Crockett (Adam Roarke). He & his sister (Joan Van Ark) tow him to their rich grandfather Jason Crockett's (Ray Milland) house on the island, where they offer him clothes, food & drink. At lunch, the frog population is discussed with much concern (again, the frogs never kill anybody), and Jason asks Pickett (Sam Elliott) to check things out, since he's not only a photographer, he's somewhat of an environmentalist as well. A whole lot of nothin' happens for quite some time, then the killings begin. I will list them individually, because they're all so ridiculous, they deserve their own description.
Pickett finds Grover, the groundskeeper, dead in the swamp...but remember, this is 1972, so dead folks are played by live actors, so even though Grover's dead, you can see him breathing. Next to die is one of the grandsons...Ken, I think. He's sent out to look for Grover (before Sam Elliott finds him). This moron trips & shoots himself in the shin with the rifle he's carrying. As he's lying on the ground, bleeding and generally being a pussy, a ton of tarantulas drop down from the trees, bite him and then SPIN A WEB AROUND HIM. Never you mind that tarantulas don't live in trees. Next is cousin Mike, who goes into the greenhouse to cut some orchids for the 4th of July celebration. He's followed by some geckos & a couple of monitor lizards (not indigenous to the U.S., and not observed here in the wild until the '90s). The monitor lizard climbs up on the shelves of the green house & knocks over a bunch of poisons...therefor asphyxiating Mike. Grandma is next to go...she's out chasing butterflies & completely panics when she sees a rattlesnake. Ironically, it's that same rattler that kills her. Next is all the black folk, but they don't show what kills them. Then it's Clints turn: another monitor chews his boat rope; the boat floats out into the middle of the lake; Clint swims to it & is bitten by a snake in the water. Clint's wife gets it next, she trips over a snapping turtle (I had just said out loud, "Where the hell are the turtles?") and is bitten by a snake as well. Ray Milland dies of an apparent heart attack, and the "malevolent" frogs converge upon him...to do what, I don't know. Perhaps to pee on him...that's about as malevolent as a frog can be. (I know there are poisonous frogs in the world, but the only frogs in this movie were bullfrogs & leopard frogs & such...all the benign breeds.
Here's a question: where the hell are all the mammals on this island? Really...no squirrels, racoons...nothin'. Odd.
Highlights: Joan Van Ark in 1972 looked pretty good & wore a bunch of tight fitting clothes.
Lowlights: All the non-indigenous reptiles...monitor lizards & black mambas in the Everglades in 1972? Really? And the tarantulas falling out of the trees...epic fail on that one. And the frogs...really. Frogs are like zombies, you can totally outrun them, regardless how "malevolent" the plot scenario portrays them to be. The acting is piss poor, which is surprising, considering the fact that Ray Milland won the best actor Oscar in 1945 for his role in The Lost Weekend (he was up against Bing Crosby, Gene Kelly & Gregory Peck) and Sam Elliott turned out to be quite the likeable actor as well.
The ending is boring and predictable, Sam Elliott, Joan Van Ark & her nephew & niece get away in the canoe...they come across one snake in a moronic plot twist that has Sam paddling the canoe into shallow waters. They reach the mainland & are picked up by a passing motorist & her kid, who's holding (what else?) a huge bullfrog...cue menacing music.
Really...frogs? I saw this movie when I was about 8 or 9 years old, and it kinda freaked me out...now that I'm 40 & fancy myself a movie critic, I probably would've laughed at myself at nine and called me a pussy. Frogs are anything but malevolent, unless you happen to be in the rain forest...then look out.
This movie has all the production value of a '70s porno...without the boning. It's sloppily shot & horribly acted. The characters are predictable & cartoonish. If you watch it, don't go into it with the attitude that you're watching Jaws or Psycho or something...watch it for what it is: a poorly made, pulp-fiction type cult film.
Check out the trailer: Frogs!
Gone (2007)
Director: Ringan Ledwidge (directorial debut)
Writers: James Watkins (The Descent, Part 2; Eden Lake) & Andrew Upton (Bangers)
Starring: Shaun Evans (The Virgin Queen; Being Julia); Scott Mechlowicz (EuroTrip; Mean Creek); Amelia Warner (Quills; Aeon Flux)
I literally could've eaten a box of Alpha-bits cereal and crapped out a better script than this movie had...and it had TWO writers. It had to be the most boring movie I've ever seen in my life...and I've watched the English Patient.
Generously billed as a "contemporary psychological thriller", Gone could have been 15 minutes long and still delivered the exact same impact. You'd be better off watching flies fornicate than wasting your time on this film.
Here's the premise: A young Brit is backpacking through Australia when he meets an American who ingratiates himself on every aspect of this kid's trip. They get drunk and pass out with a couple of girls (the Brit is engaged, and supposedly meeting up with his fiancee during the trip), the American (Taylor, played by Scott Mechlowicz) snaps a polaroid of the Brit (Alex, played by Shaun Evans), and has him sign it...evidently, that's his "thing"; he takes polaroids of the people he meets and has them write on them. They meet up with Alex's fiancee, Sophie (Amelia Warner) and some chick named Ingrid (Zoe Tuckwell-Smith). Taylor invites himself on the remainder of the trip (he owns a car, so I guess it's ok), but when they go to leave the next morning, he tells Alex & Sophie that Ingrid decided to go off on her own. What follows is around an hour and ten minutes of driving footage, hotel stays, and limited, boring dialogue until about the last ten minutes of the movie, when shit actually starts to happen.
Highlights: Unless you're into the beauty of coastal Australia, ZERO.
Lowlights: This movie moves slower than a snail on heroin, the music is more menacing than it needs to be, Taylor is an annoying little prick throughout...and where the FUCK is Ingrid? I mean, we know Taylor killed her...but where the hell is she?
The term "psychological thriller" is WAY over used these days, kinda like the word "Diva". Psycho was a psychological thriller, and a good one at that; The Minus Man with Owen Wilson was a psycological thriller. Gone is just a bland "what if" interpretation of somebody's boring ass road-trip: "Hey...what if we met a really annoying American serial killer while on holiday?" Please.
And to make matters worse, the ending is SOOO predictable: Taylor shows Alex the polaroid of him and the drunk girl spooning (he was supposed to have thrown it away when the trip started, Alex freaks out, hits a kangaroo, has to tell Sophie about the girl, Sophie gets pissed, won't share a room with Alex, Taylor kills Alex, has sex with Sophie, Sophie discovers Taylor killed Alex, and after a less-than-thrilling segment where Taylor almost gets her, she kills Taylor with his own car.
It's like Mad Max--but without the excitement, car chases and any semblance of an actual thrill--on an entire bottle of valium to boot. I've seen more thrilling curling matches. I would have killed for a cheap boo moment, and we all know how much I hate those. At one point, I turned to my girlfriend and said, "If something doesn't happen soon, I'm gonna slap somebody."
Do yourself a favor: if you ever get the urge to see this piece of crap, put a piece of bread in the toaster oven and watch it turn brown...you'll be more entertained, and you won't waste as much time.
Check out the trailer: Gone. It almost makes the movie worth watching...don't be fooled.
Peace.
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