Hell Comes to Frogtown takes a plot that, played straight, would have brought howling accusations of sexism and plays it with tongue firmly planted in cheek. It sends its own genre up amusingly – the opening shot playfully opens on the ruins of the Statue of Liberty in a parody of Planet of the Apes (1968), which then pulls back to reveal it is only a plastic model amid the post-holocaust rubble. The film has a clear eye for the absurdities of its own plot without fully rupturing the envelope of credibility – it gets an enormous amount of mileage out of the gags concerning Roddy Piper’s electronic chastity belt. Piper, then billed as Rowdy Roddy Piper, was one of the rawest, most entertainingly sensation-seeking of the Superstars of Wrestling wrestlers. Here he makes a competent acting debut – something he would polish further in the subsequent They Live (1988) – despite a voice that sounds like a buzzsaw. He is well paired up against Sandahl Bergman who has the most entertaining role she has ever had – all coldly clipped detachment behind glasses and hair in a primly bound bun. Some of Hell Comes to Frogtown’s funniest moments are theirs together – she stripping to her underwear to arouse him, announcing “I’ve been trained in seduction techniques,” or the scene where she sits him over the sleeping escapee and abruptly commands him to have sex with her: “She’s ovulating and you’ve got a high count. Let’s go.”

Hell Comes to Frogtown has been made very much on the cheap. The titular Frogtown, for example, is merely a series of corrugated tin sheds and a few exteriors of a factory complex. The film does take recognition of its own limitations and wears its stripes with considerable pride – the rescue ambulance, for example, is a Morris Minor van that has simply been painted pink. On the whole, Hell Comes to Frogtown does a remarkably good job, despite budgetary shortcomings, in the competency of its effects, its musical score, in some good action directing and editing and in the reasonably convincing frog makeups. The credits appropriately dedicate the film to four of the great serial directors – Frederick Stephani, Ford Beebe, Ray Taylor and Robert Hill.

Co-director Donald G. Jackson has made three sequels – Frogtown II (1994), Hell Comes to Frogtown III/Toad Warriors (1996) and Max Hell: Frog Warrior (2002). In genre material, Jackson also directed the cheaply made likes of The Demon Lover (1977), Roller Blade (1986), Roller Blade Warriors: Taken By Force (1989), The Roller Blade Seven (1991), Legend of the Roller Blade Seven (1992), Return of the Roller Blade Seven (1992), Twisted Fate (1993), The Devil’s Pet/Queen of Lost Island (1994), Baby Ghost (1995), Big Sister 2000 (1995), Little Lost Sea Serpent (1995), Raw Energy (1995), Rollergator (1996), Guns of El Chupacabra (1997), Guns of El Chupacabra II: The Unseen (1998), Ghost Taxi (1999), Ride with the Devil (1999), Legend of the Dead Boyz (2004), Angel Blade (2008) and Crimes of the Chupacabra (2009). Co-director R.J. Kizer is better known as a sound effects man. His only other directorial outings has been the action/human hunting film Death Ring (1992), as well as the English-language inserts for Godzilla 1985 (1985).