The procession of toads Before touching on this slimy topic, you should indicate its pedigree. This mixture was stimulated by Howard Phillipis Lovecraft some year in 1931, in a gloomy inspiration rolled the famous opus “The Shadow over Innsmouth”, where he described Deep Ones, Deep Ones, colloquially called fish-frogs. God-fearing amphibians migrated from the Pacific to the hospitable shores of Yankeeland and realized there their itchy tendency to communicate with earthly women, from which even more disgusting offspring appeared. Thus, Loughcraft is the ancestor of the idea of hybridization of people with toads.
Then there was the Gillman, aka the Creature of the Black Lagoon in the 1954 classic film of the same name - also a beetle, suffering from an irresistible attraction to land maidens. If Lovecraft Fish Frogs were designated as the product of the malignant (close to magic) biology of Mother Hydra, Dagon and others, then the Creature existed in its upper reaches of the Amazon somehow by itself, without any explanation.
When the first recombinant DNA molecule was made in 1972, the name of the magic that produces monsters was finally known: genetic engineering. All the components of the compote were now present, and they poured into the world from the screen. With this compote, we are still choking – the newest “Resident Evil: Retribution” poured out of the same inexhaustible pan in which the cook washes his feet.
Naturally, after 1972, having received at its disposal such a wand-explanatory as genetic engineering, science fiction rose in spirit (and then simple mutants of piple are already tired) and began to rivet mass junk about how to scientifically grow a jabomonster from a simple frog. The subge film “Creatures from the Abyss” is about this and it is from the category of art. That is, a pathetic production of those that are a bundle of spiders, a block-stamped transient horror story about gills, scraped on a fried theme, with generous (although saints can be borne out) references to sympathetic fish frogs and sensual Beast from the Black Lagoon. Doug McClear, for whom I fell into this movie, there is nothing more than furniture that adorns the interior of an oblique chaloop. It's hard to blame the actor - well, it was necessary for a person to earn extra money, so he harnessed.
So, a certain firm decided to make a super-gesheft on the breeding of new, especially productive species of commercial fish. Having fertilized a mysterious drug DNA-5 (the name of the drug should be as speakable as possible, and then the audience-bags do not smoke) a bucket of fish (or frog?) caviar, armless employees of the company safely dropped that bucket in the sea-ocean. Of course, a horde of large fish frogs quickly bred from the caviar, all like one cat, and began to terrorize the peaceful fishing coast. The film vividly illustrates the gradual, oh very slow epiphany of the locals and their first, Shixo-Nako-full clash with fish toads. Judging by the fact that 5,000 eggs have been declared, large-scale battles and carpet bombing are yet to come. Unless, of course, more developed fish frogs did not eat those of their brethren who kidnapped.
To say that the exterior of fish frogs is made poorly is to say nothing. It's harder to think of. The head according to the Belarusian proverb is “Mazgi without a Cherap”, an undisguised naked mosk with a mass of convolutions (which the local sheriff clearly lacks), a round chucking mouth. Skin in a fold, exuberantly and clocasto overgrown with rags Pakli. Upper limbs in the shape of rakes with ridiculously long forearms. Of course, there's a fin on the back, and there's a combed tail between the legs. At the request of the director - when the plot must be inherited - the creatures profusely secrete mucus, like Aliens. Although (this is voiced by the lady biologist) in the sea to fig fish to feed, “bread” creatures are not enough, they also need “spectacles”. They climb on land to kill dogs and men (just for fun), and with women to continue their kind. Dogs. Call of nature, type.
On land, there are all the standard characters: love couples (it is clear that their fate will be terrible), a courageous sheriff (he is not good for anything but a fight to break up with a shot in the air), bad guys (they are racists, drunkards and poachers - they are waiting for payback!), an honest Indian Quick-legged Boaver, he is a fighter for the environment, as well as a biologist lady who will explain everything to us and even show a movie about eggs. Blacks are not yet visible (their time has not yet come), but women and aborigines are already claiming special rights: “Stop your chauvinism, I am a professional scientist!”
The final flyman with fish frogs is directed so wretched that it is time to issue a wolf ticket to the director and keep him out of Hollywood. No one is able to escape the humanoids, moving in crutches at the speed of a disabled person on crutches. The sheriff says courageously, "Calm down!" We need to evacuate people immediately!, and within two steps of him someone sluggishly twists his head. Humanoids ride with people on the carousel to the cozy music of a village holiday and at the same time chew them. The main character (about whom there is nothing to say, except that he occupies this position in the film) together with a scientist lady pour gasoline on the water: “Ley more!” Let's burn it to hell! - obviously, it is supposed to burn people too, but the spilled gasoline lights up with its paws, not really burning anyone. The leader of the bad guys poachers is eaten by monsters, but a noble Indian will save him. Finally, the morning comes, the residents wander like sleepy flies and ask, “But everything is under control, right?” Who the hell is under control – even the sheriff took somewhere on autopilot? At the end of the sad horrors, poor Peggy gives birth through the belly button to a new fish frog. The end is the Kirdyk film.
However, the combination of naked girls with violence, meat and squeaky freaks caused the corresponding audience to appear ants in pants, and the public demanded continuation. Hollywood has had the same story twice, in 1996 and 2008. Thus, in 12-16 years we can expect a new arrival of toads — just in time will enter the new generation of concerned teenagers.
But this cheap incarnation of Loughcraft fish frogs does not change the meaning put into them by the master of terrible stories. It should be remembered that the images of fish-frogs developed in Lovecraft after living in immigrant New York during the Great Depression. Having escaped from there to his native Providence, he juicy and gloomyly presented in the story of Innsmouth his impressions of alien aliens obsessed with the desire to eat, kill and rape. Against the background of the now imposed idea of mixing blood, it looks even worse.
Recommended: It's a buck, don't look!
2 out of 10