The main question I kept asking myself while watching FROG-G-G! is "What's the point of this movie?!" Like literally...why was it made? I'm not trying to be a smart aleck or funny. I honestly want to know! There's almost no story; the 80-minute runtime is torturous; at least 70% of the movie is (unneeded) talking scenes; almost zero action; there's very little nudity (and none of it any good); the body count, if you can even call it that, is like...two; the named actors touted on the DVD box (Mary Woronov and James Duval) combine together for about 30 seconds of screentime; the script should have been lit on fire and then thrown off a balcony; I don't even want to talk about the "acting"; an underused "Goth girl"; dim lighting; annoying music; also...there's only one frog monster and he's a fucking pussy! The giant frog from YAKUZA APOCALYPSE would have kicked this dude's invisible frog nuts up around his ears. Hell, the frog that Din Grogu ate in The Mandalorian would have beat this guy's ass.
But, you know what's worse than all of that? I own this motherfucker! What dark and twisted turns did my life take that I ended up the owner of a FROG-G-G! DVD? Own it or not, it'll be a long time before I sit through this lily pad lickin', tadpole molesting, frogfuck piece of toadshit ever again.
