Cooties

I honestly have no clue who this film is for. Whoever they are, they're likely to walk out of the theater wanting a refund.

A midnight movie for those fine with dozing off about twenty minutes in, once the charm of its single sentence log-line has worn off.

While directors Jonathan Milott and Cary Murnion want to have their laughs and horror, too, the film is something of a zombie itself: half-alive and bloody, but lacking any heart.

With "Cooties," what starts as recess fades all too rapidly into movie detention.

It's not really funny enough to achieve grown-up cachet, and it's too ugly and violent for younger viewers.

What could have been an amusing and entertaining zombie flick is, instead, a slog.

It doesn’t commit enough to make the premise pop and ends up reaching for jokes and sinking into bad taste.

Extreme gore and a silly sense of humor combine into an often funny but ultimately forgettable experience.

People straight up react badly when you kill kids.

Gory and hilarious and occasionally terrifying.