Yawn. Poorly Filmed Snooze Fest.

The movie turns out to be a little better than the average. Starting from a romantic formula often seen in the cinema, it ends in the most predictable (and somewhat bland) way.

Excellent characters with emotional depth. My wife, daughter and granddaughter all enjoyed it...and me, too! Very good movie! You won't be disappointed.

Close shines in drama with strong language, adult themes.

BOG is another creature feature of the 1970s perhaps inspired by the success of THE LEGEND OF BOGGY CREEK. Once again the eerie wilds of Wisconsin are used to good effect in a story which is a little reminiscent of THE CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON in the tale of a swamp-creature stalking mankind. This film is bogged down by some cheesy tacked-on romantic sub-plots and a lot of over-emoting from the cast members. Old-timers like Aldo Ray, Marshall Thompson, and Leo Gordon all find themselves enmeshed in the predictable plotting which lacks the verve of something like KINGDOM OF THE SPIDERS. The monster itself is little seen and much better use could have been made of the story's elements had the writer and director been so enthused. In the end, it's pure hokum.

The unfairly neglected cheap-rubber-monster-suit-on-the-loose flick, a rather abundant and often entertainingly abysmal 70's nickel'n'dime horror film sub-genre, hits one of its all-time most delightfully dreadful lows with this simply pathetic entry featuring a once-in-a-lifetime Hall of Shame has-been faded name star cast who should have called it quits a good ten years ago.A green-skinned bloodsucking slime creature (Jeff Schwaab in an extremely hokey and unconvincing shabby rubber suit) prays upon the various dim-witted hayseed locals in some lousy bayou burg located in Wisconsin. Out to stop the vile beast are geriatric Dr. Brad Wednesday (a long in the tooth Marshall Thompson), equally aged pathologist/gratuitous love interest Ginny Glenn (the similarly over the hill Gloria De Haven, who also plays a creepy, withered, fright-wigged old hag witch complete with creaky, rasping voice who looks after the monster), and paunchy, ineffectual redneck Sheriff Neal Rydholm (the inescapable Aldo Ray, delivering a typically woozy, glassy-eyed, two pints under "I hope my paltry $300 dollar check I'm making for acting in this turkey clears so I can score more booze" performance). Why, even yet another far past his prime fuddy dud thesp Leo Gordon pops up in the last few reels as your basic googly-moogly swamp monster expert from the big city.Man, does this stinker reek worse than dirty unwashed socks: we've got excruciatingly slow pacing, severely chintzy'n'ratty production values, clumsy use of freeze frames, a foul, grainy, washed-out look, some uproariously awful dialogue ("From the way these women are acting we aren't going to see any action in years!"), inept, zingless direction by Don Kesslar, no energy to speak of, a thuddingly dull emphasis on boring chitchat, uniformly flat and uninteresting characters, tedious acting from a noticeably out of it cast, annoying constant references to fishing for muskie, and an unforgettably horrid country and western theme song called "Walk With Me" that's tunelessly warbled by the tone deaf Pat Hopkins. All of these toxically terrible ingredients do their proverbial best/worst to make this brain-numbing abomination an oddly enjoyable, but undeniably wretched clunker of a shoddy fright feature. Nicest cruddy touch: the way the camera pans away at the last minute and zooms in on a gripping close-up of a nearby bush whenever the monster attacks someone, therefor entreating the frustrated and dissatisfied viewer to the victim's shrill, piercing off-screen cries of bloodcurdling terror as the beast allegedly rips 'em to shreds.

I'm a devotee of bad films ("Manos, the Hands of Fate" is one of my favorites; no, seriously, I really like it!), but "Bog" was just a bit too dumb, even for me. Oh, I don't deny that it had it's moments. But in between those moments was a lot of dead space. I was surprised by the "love scene" between the film's two leads. I think this is, without question, the oldest love scene I've ever witnessed! Now, it's not graphic by any stretch of the imagination, but how often do you see a 50-year-old woman making out with a 60-year-old man? Heck, how often do you see a 50-year-old woman who is supposed to be our eye-candy? I've got to give the movie props for striking a blow for the geriatric community!

BOG is one of those movies that cannot be described in words. Well, that is, if the words "atrocious" and "stomach-churning" and "mind-boggling" aren't in your vocabulary. The kissing scene, Jenson's ode to "the dummies," the gratuitous laboratory scenes and Adrianna's monologue dealing with the tribulations of the Namin/Wadna/Crat creature are all featured players when it comes to the hilarity of this stinker. I'm afraid, though, that the monster (or man in monster suit) takes the cake, ahem, rice-cake that is. Don't get me wrong, this film is great. It's one of the worst movies I've ever seen. I love it!