Studio: Rotting Press
Director: Anthony Cousins
Writer: John Karsko, Anthony Cousins
Producer: Anthony Cousins, John Karsko, Rebecca Daugherty
Stars: Nathan Tymoshuk, Chelsey Grant, Benny Barrett, Toussaint Morrison, Ali Daniels, Chris Canfield, Brandon Santiago, Arden Michalec
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Summary:
Three filmmaking friends discover a small town's dark secret when they set out to capture footage of a mythical creature.
Review:
Even three decades later, "found footage" horror films are still regularly compared to "The Blair Witch Project" for one reason or another. "Frogman" really earns this comparison though, because it seems structured to play out exactly like "The Blair Witch Project," practically beat for beat, yet without any distinctive eeriness of its own.
Besides putting itself in a position where the film has to fill the biggest shoes possible, "Frogman" has more work cut out for it thanks to a sad sack protagonist who isn't nearly as endearing as Heather, Josh, or Mike. That holds true even if you didn't find the Blair Witch trio likable at all.
Following a prologue, "Frogman" opens on an obnoxious online personality roasting Dallas Kyle, who infamously captured brief footage of the fabled Frogman while on a family vacation in 1999, as a fraud. Dallas doesn't take the insult sitting down. Actually, he does. In the next scene, Dallas sullenly munches breakfast cereal while his brother-in-law asks Dallas about a recent break-up before reminding him that he's lived in his sister's guest room for two years, and it's time to move out.
What's attractive about any of that? It's really hard for a viewer to cheer in someone's corner when that person is presented as a pouty, freeloading loser desperately clinging to the faded fame of some blurry footage shot when they were ten years old. This isn't a good look for Dallas, which starts "Frogman" out on the wrong flipper.
At least the two friends accompanying Dallas on his renewed mission to conclusively prove Frogman's existence provide small pops of personality. Aspiring actress Amy and coffee shop cameraman Scotty have an idea to "make this sh*t watchable," as Scotty puts it. Amy creates a country gal character named Norma Jean Wynette and Scotty frames her as a folksy hayseed investigating local legends about the elusive cryptid. Meanwhile, Dallas throws a wet blanket on their fun with his ongoing moping that no one takes the rumors of a telekinetic frog creature wielding a magic wand as seriously as he does.
Dallas, Scotty, and Amy subsequently follow an identical itinerary to Heather, Josh, and Mike, except they trade Burkittsville, Maryland, for Loveland, Ohio. They talk to locals. They tour the town. There's even a scene where the three of them blow off steam by drinking in their hotel room, just like their predecessors did.
During all of this, a subplot develops where we learn Dallas has harbored romantic feelings for Amy ever since a one-night stand she thinks was a mistake. With Dallas being a bore to begin with, this secret crush couldn't possibly be less interesting, or less necessary, to a tale involving a cult forming to worship a potentially alien creature with an ability to control minds.
The Blair Witch formula followed here becomes so blatantly obvious, part of me wonders if "Frogman" was intended to be a comedy with an inside joke of purposely never acknowledging out loud that it is a comedy. Maybe director Anthony Cousins came up with a kooky concept for a wonky frog monster and instructed everyone to play it completely straight just to see what would happen. I can't think of a better reason why Dallas would open his heart to Amy while they're in the midst of interrupting a human sacrifice, witnessing a captive woman giving birth to an amphibious humanoid, and watching their friend Scotty mutate, other than to laugh at how ridiculously ill-timed that moment is. Had "Frogman" opted for a fully humorous route, I might have expressed amusement at the absurdity instead of adding it to the list of quizzical inclusions making the movie messy.
Leaning into its inherent silliness might have allowed "Frogman" to come up out of the B-movie basement it belongs in. In portraying Loveland residents as quirky goofs instead of furtively threatening, and in making the titular beastie more cartoonish than frightening, the film never develops an aura of creeping dread like "The Blair Witch Project" did. It feels like an ordinary home movie where everyone onscreen is safe, not like there's evil lurking just out of frame. "Frogman" gets vaguely Lovecraftian down a home stretch that includes an underground occult ceremony with surprise "guests," but the vibe of the last 30 minutes is desperately needed in the nonchalantly paced, uneventful first hour preceding it.
Dallas has the dumb idea to record fresh Frogman footage on the same handheld camcorder he used as a kid in 1999. So "Frogman" not only epitomizes the motion sickness-inducing shakiness of haphazard "found footage," its picture quality is also about as low as it gets, too. Looking at a list that now includes poor production value alongside a milquetoast anchor character, uninteresting asides, an underseen main attraction, and a near total lack of suspense, "Frogman" is a film for "found footage" diehards only. Everyone else will see it as a lesser Blair Witch clone that's a quarter-century late to piggybacking on the "supernatural spooks in the woods" trend.
Review Score: 40
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