Hell Comes to Frogtown has a simple premise that leaves very little room for interpretation while leaving plenty of room for one-liners – and in some cases, blistering dance routines that’ll leave you equal parts dumbfounded and awe-struck.
The provincial government established within the fiction of Hell Comes to Frogtown captures Sam Hell after learning that he’s one of the last men in existence who hasn’t been made sterile by the nuclear fallout that decimated society at the turn of the 21st century. Nurse Spangle (Sandahl Bergman), who is overseeing the government’s repopulation efforts, forces Sam’s hand into signing a convoluted contract that involves wearing an explosive codpiece that will either shock his pelvic region or detonate depending on the severity of his insubordination.
Though Sam will be granted a full pardon for the many crimes he committed before his capture, he’s reluctant to become a stud whose sole purpose is to help repopulate Earth by mating with as many fertile women as possible.
At this point, I feel the need to point out the irony of the fact that the only reason Sam Hell was apprehended in the first place was because of the breadcrumb trail of many pregnant women he left along his path of travel as a scavenger. What’s more, Sam and Spangle display an immediate romantic tension despite their adversarial introductions, which allows for a healthy amount of comic relief.
