Review: Frogs

Frogs (1972)

Do you want to see the Stranger from the Big Libowski as a smart mouthed naturalist warning a bunch of rich ass holes from the dangers of amphibious revenge? Of course you do! Starring Sam Elliot, sadly not starring his glorious mustache, Frogs is a deliciously ham-handed environmentalist cautionary tale about respecting nature and the dangers of commercial pesticides. Mr. Elliot plays Pickett Smith, a freelance photographer and naturalist who is canoing about in the swamp taking pictures of wildlife (some of which is actually indigenous to north american swamp land) and pollution and probably crying a single Indian tear. He runs into some rich jerks in a speed boat and they knock him into the water, sort of accidentally. They take him back to their big jerky rich house full of other rich jerks who are there to have a rich jerk party. He tries to call his editor to let them know all his camera stuff is at the bottom of the swamp, but wouldn't you know it, the phone in the big creepy house in the remote location doesn't work. What a shame. Well he meets the whole rich jerk family and is shocked, SHOCKED to see their complete lack of respect for nature as they causally talk about poisoning the entire swamp because it is moderately inconvenient to them for the weekend they are hanging out there. I do declare. Smith non-chalants his way about the island the house is seated on in the bayou, casually respecting nature until he finds a dead guy. Turns out he was one of "the help" the extra crochety wheelchair bound patriarch of the family sent out to murder all the noisy frogs. When he reports back with this news no one really seems to care. He warns them that nature is about to take its revenge, but of course they don't listen and soon family members start getting offed by some very crafty reptiles. The people who work for the rich jerks figure out its about time to leave and try to escape but its a little ambiguous if they do. Its about this time you start to wonder what the frogs are gonna do, all the murder to this point has been from lizards, geckos, snakes, and alligators, and possibly some birds. It will come together in the end, as ribbity doom will eventually hop on in and take the master of the house. I have to wonder something else about the movie though, the grumpy old man in the wheel chair reminded me a lot of the big Lebowski in The Big Lebowski, and since Sam Elliot is in this as well I really have to wonder if he wasn't the inspiration for that character.

Lets enjoy a couple Dead Green Frogs, shall we?

equal parts
Rumple Minz
Kalhua
Green Creme de Menthe
Bailey's
Vodka

Its a lot of ingredients for a shot so its easier to shake up a batch and pour out a couple. Shake up all that creamy green stuff with ice and strain into shot glasses. It's exactly what you want in the hot-as-balls swamp. It is sort of like a mint julep, except grosser and might give you warts, and not really like a mint julep at all. But it will make it easier to bare your annoying relatives through the family reunion, you only have to placate grandpa through a few more birthdays until he croaks and you get all his greenbacks.