Don’t watch Frogs (1972) sober. At least, if you’re sober at the start, don’t be sober at the end. That’s the measure of awfulness of this horror flick featuring the revenge of Nature on polluting ol’ humanity.
Take a drink at every bad costume.
Take a drink at every clumsy death.
And if you like lizards and other cold-blooded critters, stay a little bit sober during the first half, where there’s quite a few good close up shots of monitor lizards, snakes, caimans, alligators, and no doubt a few other things.
Try not to mistake Ray Milland for a lizard. I know, I know, in this one he has about as much affection for humanity as a dodo might. But save a drink for the death of his character. Lord knows, he deserved it.
Gak.
Insert snide remark here. At your own risk.
