Review: Cooties

Score:B+

Director:Jonathan Milott, Cary Murnion

Cast:Elijah Wood, Rainn Wilson, Alison Pill, Leigh Whannell, Jack McBrayer

Running Time:88 Minutes

Rated:R

With a name like Cooties, it has to be gross. And boy, is Cooties a really disgusting movie. But like the Evil Dead series (not that's in its league), it's both gory and hilarious and occasionally terrifying.

Elijah Wood plays Clint, a failed writer earning some cash by teaching classes at the elementary school he went to as kid. And he has the worst first day of work anyone's ever had. After striking out with his old crush (Alison Pill, radiant as ever) and insulting her boyfriend (Rainn Wilson on the wrong side of goofy and obnoxious), a food-borne virus turns most of the students into zombies. This is after most of the kids have proven to be some of the worst humanity has to offer.

Much of the rest of the film takes place in the school as the few remaining teachers try to survive the plague. Jack McBrayer is his usual high-pitched self, and Nasim Pedrad plays one of the most poorly written, one-dimensional characters in any movie I've ever seen. (I think she's supposed to be a caricature of an Ann Coulter-type, but it's poorly executed and completely unnecessary.) But it's co-writer Leigh Whannell who steals the show as the perpetually awkward Doug. As usual, this group of wildly different people will have to stick together to survive.

While the film occasionally is a little too self-aware and smug for its own good, it's also consistently funny and engaging. There's a real spirit of chaotic fun here, which is too rare nowadays. This is the first film directors Jonathan Milott and Cary Murnion have made, but they have a real flair and knack for visual humor. It will be exciting to see where they go next.

Cooties may not have a wholly original take on the zombie flick, but it's bloody fun and infectious.

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About Kip Mooney

Kip Mooney
Like many film critics born during and after the 1980s, my hero is Roger Ebert. The man was already the best critic in the nation when he won the Pulitzer in 1975, but his indomitable spirit during and after his recent battle with cancer keeps me coming back to read not only his reviews but his insightful commentary on the everyday. But enough about a guy you know a lot about. I knew I was going to be a film critic—some would say a snob—in middle school, when I had to voraciously defend my position that The Royal Tenenbaums was only a million times better than Adam Sandler’s remake of Mr. Deeds. From then on, I would seek out Wes Anderson’s films and avoid Sandler’s like the plague. Still, I like to think of myself as a populist, and I’ll be just as likely to see the next superhero movie as the next Sundance sensation. The thing I most deplore in a movie is laziness. I’d much rather see movies with big ambitions try and fail than movies with no ambitions succeed at simply existing. I’m also a big advocate of fun-bad movies like The Room and most of Nicolas Cage’s work. In the past, I’ve written for The Dallas Morning News and the North Texas Daily, which I edited for a semester. I also contributed to Dallas-based Pegasus News, which in the circle of life, is now part of The Dallas Morning News, where I got my big break in 2007. Eventually, I’d love to write and talk about film full-time, but until that’s a viable career option, I work as an auditor for Wells Fargo. I hope to one day meet my hero, go to the Toronto International Film Festival, and compete on Jeopardy. Until then, I’m excited to share my love of film with you.

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