It saddens me to think about how incredible this film should have been. All of the pieces are in place. You've got rowdy, frog strippers, a wake of pregnancy, chainsaw-wielding post-apocalyptic mutants, exploding chastity belts, pink battle vans, etc. The thing just never comes together right though. I don't know if it was trying to hard to be a cult film or what, but it just never feels as ridiculous as it sounds.
The only film really similar to Hell Comes to Frogtown in cinematic stature, achievement and innovation is either Citizen Kane or Bicycle Thieves. This film serves as the gold standard by which other films will be judged for the existence of the medium.