Oh dear, Oh dear, Oh Dear. Twenty seconds of watching Joan Crawford walking around with a bucket of dead fish was enough. This film(presumably like the fish) is a stinker.She was not the first Big Hollywood Star to enter the actor's graveyard of British film-making. Lon Chaney Jr. tried it in Hammer horror. He was dead within a year. She was lucky to last 5. Hardly a cure for alcoholism is it? Anyway I've said enough. I'm turning it off. God knows why I'm supposed to write a minimum of ten lines about this nonsense, but I'll try anyway. I always thought that brevity was a virtue but not, it seems, on an IMDb comments page. I think I've made it. I'm off to bed.
Review of Trog
